Poor Old Johnny Ray

So I put one of my unlabeled mix cds into the cd player for my shower today. I really have to label those things. About 30 seconds into lathering up the shampoo when suddenly the strains of a horror movie theme came bursting through. Kinda takes the relaxation out of a shower when you're expecting the water to turn to blood or something.

I wish I could place the actual theme. My first thought was Halloween, but I'm not sure. It starts out with some really deep woodwinds and then trails off into creepy piano. It's not as fast or jittery as the Halloween piano though. Hmm. Whatever it is, it's effective. Making a grown woman cringe in her own shower in broad daylight takes some atmosphere.

The next song was Come On Eileen, which killed the creeps nicely.