You never know what song he'll choose to strum-every interaction is a unique experience.Īdd a touch of musical macabre to your Halloween festivities with the Guitar Playing Skeleton. His eternal passion for music keeps him animated and ready to entertain. The undead nature of this skeleton stems from his insatiable desire to play his favorite tunes. His attention to detail, from the bone structure to the intricate guitar design, is sure to captivate both music and Halloween enthusiasts alike. With his legs hanging down, he adds a touch of spookiness to any space. Standing at an impressive 24 inches tall, this guitar-playing skeleton becomes the centerpiece of your Halloween decor. It's a performance you won't want to miss! As an animated figurine, he comes alive with movement, strumming his guitar and filling the air with haunting melodies.

With flexible joints, this skeleton can be effortlessly posed in a variety of positions, allowing you to bring him to life in your Halloween display. While he may not be wearing any clothes, he holds onto his most treasured possession-a guitar, an extension of his soul. Unleash the musical spirit of Halloween with our Guitar Playing Skeleton! This country-inspired skeleton is ready to rock the afterlife, dressed in the signature gear of his eerie homeland. This is a downer to be sure, but perfect to put at the end of your Halloween playlist as a subtle reminder that the party ends for all of us sooner or later.Product Description Guitar Playing Skeleton Read more: 31 Best Streaming Horror MoviesĪlthough originally written about the AIDS crisis, the song has taken on an added layer of sadness following Reed’s own death (just try not to get emotional when he says “See you next year at the Halloween parade” at the end of the song). “The past keeps knock, knock, knocking on my door, and I don’t want to hear it anymore” he sings, illustrating how a once joyous celebration has lost some of its shine and transformed itself into a funeral procession of memories of colorful figures from his life who aren’t there anymore. While viewing NYC’s annual Halloween Parade in Greenwich Village, Reed points out that “you’ll never see those faces again” of such colorful Chelsea staples as Andy Warhol’s Factory staple Rotten Rita. Taken from his 1989 album New York, “Halloween Parade” is a thoughtful reflection on how the world loses a bit of its magic each time a loved one dies.

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