We went to Argyle a month ago, maybe more. We went to Summit Lake. We drove around the lake, slow and clumsy, in an old red pick-up truck. The lady fishing waved at us. People in Argyle are nice if you fit in.
Argyle is in my backyard. The road to Camp Arawak is like an invisible umbilical cord that connects where I am to where it is. The dirt road is covered with grass now. Almost like it never existed.
I took a couple of pictures. We are planning another drive when we have more time to spend there. With maps from then compared to maps from now, I will have more to show you when the time is right.
I can go to Arawak whenever I want to. Sleepaway Camp is in my backyard.
An idea that just sort of never got improved upon or finished; the Peter Baker diaries
It starts off slow, unsuspecting, a lullaby made of dreams and innocence. The change is abrupt, a gash in the psyche of a child. A traumatized mind becomes engaged in a nightmare of secrets, confusion, sexuality, the cruelty of growing up. Survival is discovered by splitting, self protection, a coping mind, a vengeful hand. Blood is shed as two selves reunite causing a powerful and unstoppable explosion. Identity and self preservation triumph over repression and captivity. Freedom is achieved.
The soul of Sleepaway Camp is captured beautifully and brilliantly by composer Edward Bilous. Oddly enough, this piece of music is edited and obscured in the actual movie. Close your eyes and listen for the first time to Angela’s plight. Listening to this was like watching Sleepaway Camp for the first time.
UPDATE: December 25, 2016
The above link leads to a dead page. A search for Sleepaway Camp on his official website turns up 0 results. Stupid.
Sleepaway Camp in Germany, clamshell case, a beautiful scan.
I don’t think a Sleepaway Camp fan can look at this cover too much in a lifetime. This is a beautiful scan of the Media VHS. And I have yet to see one larger than this online. Perfect for print.