The Ballad of Buckethead

 

10.31.09 For the first time since Elementary school I actually got in the Halloween spirit and dressed up as my hero. I dawned the KFC bucket on my head in hommage to one of my favorite guitarists, the mighty Buckethead. Figured it was even better than wearing a band shirt to represent the music I love.

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My girlfriend and I strolled the streets of downtown with all the other crazy people. It was a good vibe. 5 stages of music going on all at once, costumed oddities extremely happy to be out showing off their creativity all the while enjoying the company of complete strangers.

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My costume was like a beacon to those who loved the same music as me. I did not anticipate that effect at all. Random people walked up to me with a "F*CK YEAH, IT'S BUCKETHEAD!" and would ask to get my picture taken with them. It was so easy to just approach people and chat. I guess in a way, just asking to get your photo taken with someone dressed up was a compliment that all their hard work was a success.

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So for the first time I entrusted other people with my 30D armed with the mighty 430ex speedlight. Figured if I had to ask strangers on the street to take photos it wouldn't be that easy for people to screw them up.

After getting our fill of downtown we headed to the beachwalk in Waikiki. I lucked out big time by finding my way around traffic in record speed and finding parking (a miracle in itself). It was different. We walked down Kalakaua, squished shoulder to shoulder with thousands of others. There was this underlying tension in the air. It was no longer as fun and carefree, it felt like everyone was just sizing up one another, a d*ck waving contest. (I even saw that, some guy was walking around with a fake one hanging out walking up to people)

I'd hate to say it but the ones who were causing the most trouble were the local kids, the "WallRats" strutting without shirts blatantly calling out slurs and offensive remarks to women. It was no longer the fun carefree vibe I felt in Downtown, I wanted to start smacking people every time someone made a KFC joke or called out Jabbawokkee. Yup, these were not my people. I was neck deep in ignorance and retardedness. It felt like high school, wait... more like intermediate. A fight even broke out on the beach, and like clockwork all these lil' pricks started sprinting towards them screaming "HOOO, get one beef! We go watch!" Man, talk about time warp.

I was sitting on a street corner next to a trash can waiting for my girlfriends' friends to show up and I got a surprise. Batman walked up to me, saw me sitting there, he looked me straight in the eye and said "WOOOHOOO, BUCKETHEAD! That is the most awesome thing I've seen all night. Hell yes, you're my hero for dressing up like that!" Bane also gave me a nod of approval. So Batman called me his hero. Awesome.