“I stopped listening to tapes at some point: it was a phase. You either get used to noises in your head, or you learn to focus instead on whatever other noises happen to present in the room, like the air conditioner. Still, I kept them, and they’re arranged neatly on the top of the dresser in my bedroom, which means Vicky dusts them once a week. They look like museum pieces now. Chaos Blood, Black Lake, Rexecutioner’s Dream. Sean at sixteen thought Rexecutioner’s Dream was the greatest thing he’d ever heard, something so strange and different it seemed like a message from another realm. It had cover art, but the art was glued onto the inner sleeve of a standard-issue blank cassette; the spine was hand lettered. It was the product of someone’s hard work, a vision brought into the world of real things. A dream disguised in a crude, plain package.”

— John Darnielle, Wolf in White Van, 2014

“AND THE TERROR OF THE NIGHT BEFORE — ALL ITS SIGHTS AND SOUNDS — ARE REVEALED TO HIM. THE FLAMES’ HELLISH ROAR… THE PANICKY, DESPERATE CRIES OF THE ENTRAPPED DR. NOBLE. AND OTHER SOUNDS, OTHER SHAPES…! THE FIGURE OF A YOUNG GIRL, STANDING UNHARMED AT THE HEART OF THE INFERNO… SHRIEKING… MAD, DEMONIC LAUGHTER! HER FACE… HE MUST SEE HER FACE! HE SHARPENS HIS CONCENTRATION. HIS MIND’S EYE MOVES IN…CLOSER…AND INVOLUNTARILY HIS FACIAL MUSCLES GO TAUT. HIS EXPRESSION TURNS TO ONE OF ARRANT HORROR.”

— Steve Gerber, MARVEL SPOTLIGHT, Vol. 1, No. 18, “Madhouse!” 1974

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