Hello folks, let’s chat… While my people and I don’t howl at the moon, I’m not here to throw stones at those who do. Just getting that out there early. Folks can be right touchy about stuff like this.
Still, I thought y’all should know 400 people recently gathered in the town of Bedfordshire England to howl at the moon. It’s clearly more fun to share the experience. Besides, they were trying to break the Guinness World Record for group howling, which meant they had to howl together for sixty seconds. That’s not as easy as it sounds, y’all.
I read up on it. For starters, it requires one to release one’s “inner wolf”. I’m thinking that takes a certain level of skill right there. In the video– of course there was video– one lady demonstrated the proper howling technique, which included throwing the head back and forming the letter “o” with your mouth. The trick seems to be maintaining the howl. One of the men confessed that extended howling does make his head woozy because he’s getting older, but, and I’m quoting here, “He had to do it because it just builds up in you.” I’ve had things build up in me, but so far, howling hasn’t been one of them so I called Papa for input.
I thought I remembered people talking about howling at the moon during my younger days. Papa said I was probably thinking about the lyrics to that fine old Hank Williams Senior song, “You got me chasin’ rabbits, spittin’ out teeth and howlin’ at the moon.” They don’t make music like that anymore.
The good news? It was a roaring success! The participants, many dressed as werewolves, huffed, puffed, and howled in unison for one full minute. They seemed real proud of themselves, but I can’t help wondering if they’ve even considered the effect all this howling could have on their kids.
I mean, when folks ask those poor young un’s questions like, “Were you raised by wolves?”, they are gonna feel compelled to say, “Well, kinda sorta.”