Happy Halloween from the Daft Pumpkin

Nothing screams “Halloween” more than the friendly jack-o-lantern. In a bizarre ritual, robo-pagan Nick Martens uses a pumpkin to craft a glowing idol in worship to his glimmering gods.

By now, it should be no big secret that I am something of a fan of the french music-making robots Daft Punk. After being awestruck by their concert this summer, I have been compelled to defend their least popular album, Human After All, and I have also been a vocal advocate for their receipt of one of literature’s top prizes. I even tried to watch their new movie, Electroma, which features neither music from Daft Punk nor dialogue. Also, the movie opens with, like, fifteen minutes of the robots just driving around for no apparent reason.

I may have bailed out of Electroma early, but my passion for all things Daft remains high. As a tribute to the band that singlehandedly legitimizes the existence of France as a sovereign nation, I decided to employ my limited arts & crafts skill to make them a jack-o-lantern. I ran into a few issues–it read “Duft Punk” initially–but all things told I’m pleased with my creation: The Daft Pumpkin.


Note that this photo was taking after a certain amount of rotting had already taken place. In fact, the Daft Pumpkin basically melted about a week into its existence. I guess the fire that burns twice as bright fades twice as quickly. Here’s a shot with the lights on:


If you are in further need of some Halloween-themed Buerauism, well, we’ve got you covered:

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Jordan interviews the ghost of Sylvia Plath.

Kevin investigates his friends’ night at a skinhead bar in Prague.

Caitlin stares into the abyss of corporate salesmanship, only to discover that the abyss stares back into her.

Nick Martens is a founding editor of The Bygone Bureau. You can email him, if you like.