The Heavy Metal Halloween Playlist

There’s nothing worse than going to a Halloween party and hearing “The Monster Mash.” For the pop-metal loving crowd, you gotta play hard music that fits the theme of Halloween, even if the song itself isn’t about zombies or psycho killers. Heavy metal (not the ’80s hair band metal) with a pop twist is the perfect music for a non-lame Halloween party because it’s not cheesy and it’s not death metal, which is painful for most people to listen to.

I’m sure there are other songs that can be added to this list, and after the consumption of much alcohol, just about anything goes. But let’s start with the initial list of songs to get your party started.

Alice in Chains
Man in the Box
Would?
Angry Chair

Alice Cooper
Feed My Frankenstein
Poison
Little by Little

Iron Maiden
Fear of the Dark
Hallowed Be Thy Name
Virus
Phantom of the Opera
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
Powerslave

Marilyn Manson
Rock Is Dead
Cruci-Fiction In Space
The Reflecting God
Angel With the Scabbed Wings
The Golden Age of Grotesque

Korn
Got the Life
Here to Stay
Thoughtless
Freak on a Leash
Trash

Slipknot
Duality
Wait and Bleed
My Plague

Ozzy Osbourne
No More Tears
Iron Man
Back On Earth
Mr. Crowley
Bark At The Moon

Mushroomhead
43
Bwomp
These Filthy Hands
Solitaire/Unraveling
Rot

Metallica
My Friend of Misery
Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
Until It Sleeps
Of Wolf and Man
Enter Sandman

Megadeth
Symphony of Destruction
Hangar 18
She-Wolf
Wanderlust

Ronnie James Dio
Last in Line
Rainbow in the Dark
Holy Diver

Disturbed
Asylum
Stricken
Ten Thousand Fists

Godsmack
Awake
Voodoo
Mistakes
I Stand Alone

Nine Inch Nails
The Perfect Drug
Head Like a Hole
The Hand That Feeds

Tool
Sober
Schism

Gwar
Alice Cooper’s School’s Out

Rob Zombie
Dragula
More Human Than Human
Feel So Numb

My New Hockey Column

As if I don’t have enough websites to write for, I recently added another. For Fansided’s main NHL blog, Too Many Men on the Site, I’ll be writing a column called ‘Hitting the Post’ on Mondays.

Why would I do this? It’ll give me an outlet to write about hockey that isn’t Caps-specific meant for Capitals Outsider, and isn’t goofy like for Gunaxin.

The name, “Hitting the Post,” actually has several meanings. Most obvious is when the puck hits the side of the goal. But it’s also the DJ term for talking through the intro of a song and stopping less than a second before the lyrics start (an homage to my DJ days in college). Lastly, it means I’m hitting the Washington Post for continuing to not pay much attention to hockey in terms of columnists. Sure, they send a writer to a game every now and then, but it’s hardly enough.

Anyway, this week, I’m politely asking everyone to stop calling it the Gordie Howe Hat Trick and to rename it the Brendan Shanahan Hat Trick. Why? Just read.

‘The Ovechkin Project’ Review

Several athletes these days generate enough interest to justify a book, and Capitals fans were initially pleased to know that they’d get a more in-depth view of Alex Ovechkin, one of the best athletes Washington D.C. has ever had. But the “The Ovechkin Project” isn’t necessarily a biography of hockey’s most dangerous player, but a thesis on a question that no one asked.

The book chronicles Ovechkin’s life in Russia, his time with Moscow Dynamo and days in the World Juniors. It details the many factors – including the signing of Jaromir Jagr and the timing of Ovechkin’s birthday – that needed to happen in order to get him to Washington. It narrates many familiar moments, such as the nationally televised game on Super Bowl Sunday. It talks about the disappointments last season in the Olympics and playoffs, the suspensions, and the NHL awards ceremony in Las Vegas. Readers also get a look into related stories, such as the rise of Bruce Boudreau and how that benefited Mike Green and David Steckel in particular.

But the underlying theme of the book is how Ovechkin supposedly changed from the fun-loving, carefree person he was in his rookie season to something different today. To prove their point, authors Damien Cox and Gare Joyce too often make unnecessary and biased assertions, and focus on – shocker – how frustrated Ovechkin must be because he hasn’t yet won a Stanley Cup or Olympic gold medal. The authors also suggest that Ovechkin will come to regret his long term contract with the Capitals because shorter-term ones could have ultimately paid him more. Does anyone think Ovechkin is losing sleep over this?

That’s not to say the book completely throws Ovechkin under the bus. Aside from describing some Washington Capitals history and other things that fans would find interesting, the authors interview people who have benefited from Ovechkin’s generosity and thoughtfulness. Take away the needless quips and silly claims and the book has the making of a halfway decent look at the Washington Capitals and the arrival of Alex Ovechkin. Capitals Director of Media Relations Nate Ewell says that Cox and Joyce were given access to everyone in the organization but Ovechkin, who opted not to participate. This likely created some bitterness that made the authors tilt the writing in the direction that ultimately earned the book sour reviews, including this one.

Because of smart PR by Ted Leonsis and the Capitals organization, many fans – clearly the target audience of ‘The Ovechkin Project’ – made a decision not to read it even before it hit shelves. And Cox did further damage by claiming Ovechkin’s contract shouldn’t have been approved, which earned a rebuttal from Ted Leonsis. But the very worst thing? The book contains an unacceptable number of typographical errors, which is inexcusable for anyone but breaking news bloggers.

Capitals!

I’m sure if I did the math to find out how much of my life is consumed by the Washington Capitals, it would be a relatively high number in proportion to just about everything else I do, including sleeping.

In the past week, I’ve seen all four Capitals games while attending two of them. In the past two days I read the book The Ovechkin Project, which the publisher sent me for review. Then I spent much of today, including the time during the Caps game, to write the review (I didn’t attend – my press partner Phil was there).

I got some great coverage the other night at the game, including a photo of Yi Jianlian of the Washington Wizards attending his first Caps game, and a quick article on Eric Fehr getting the player of the game but virtually being ignored by reporters after the game (though the Post made up for it with an article about him a day later). These and a couple of other quick articles got 2,000 page views on Wednesday, thanks to links by The Post, Japers’ Rink, a few basketball sites and others.

By the way, I was told that Capitals Outsider was the No. 1 hockey blog on the Fansided network for page views last month. That was flattering, but what’s scary is that it only took about 10 days for us to surpass last month’s total, so who knows what we’ll end up with. Even better, the compliments have been rolling in.

Boudreau's Curse

Whenever I plan on asking an offbeat question at a press conference after the Capitals game, I have to be really careful, especially with the timing and tone.

This time, I asked permission, and was told to wait toward the end of the press conference.

After the Caps’ 5-3 preseason win, the coach had a big smile on his face when I saw him downstairs. The press conference was a breeze, no hard questions, and Bruce was in a good mood.

When there was a break in the questions, I made my move.

“Coach, there’s been a lot of new commercials lately,” I began.

“Oh, shit,” he said, and the journalists started laughing (this isn’t the first time I’ve asked a question that led to an interruption of laughter).

I asked whose commercials were funnier and he sheepishly said Ovechkin is better at everything than him.

“But he hasn’t done bird calls,” Jill Sorenson of CSN said (I think it was her).

I thought it was hilarious, and I did get what I needed for my article. The photo is a screengrab from the video at the exact moment I mentioned ‘commercial.’

Sorry, Bruce, but if you’re going to make bird calls for Mercedes and dance on stage in sweats with Ryan Zimmerman, I’m going to ask you about it.

So long as you’re in a good mood.