Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Conjuring the Dead

How do I spend my first morning of utter freedom? I drive myself up the fucking wall trying to track down a copy of Harry Belafonte's Jump in the Line (Shake, Senora) (in record form) for future necromancy rites*.

* This shit? Is precisely why other witches and magic orientated folk don't give me the time of day. (CAN I HELP IT THAT MY BIGGEST NECROMANTIC INFLUENCE (AND STRONGEST MENTAL ASSOCIATION FOR RAISING THE DEAD) INVOLVES CALYPSO MUSIC AND A LINE OF DECEASED FOOTBALLERS DANCING? IF GOD DIDN'T WANT ME PLAYING HARRY BELAFONTE WHILE CONJURING THE DEAD THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE CREATED CALYPSO, BEETLEJUICE AND ME.)