Dead Love: Zombies Walk in Bozeman, Montana

Bozeman Zombie Walk tomorrow. Oh, oh, oooooohhhhh, I so wanted to go with my own zombie cowboy, but it was not to be. Moment of utter dejection.

The shuffle though town begins at 8:30pm on Saturday (tomorrow) night at the Zebra where the undead congregate, rub shoulders and other seriously damaged body parts, and connect in ways that only a zombie can understand before setting out on the stumble from Rouse and Main to Wilson and back. Zebra is also the end of the line for a mob that will party like there’s no tomorrow to the music of DJ, Fort Knox Five.

Super fey photographer, Klee Fehlberg, was good enough to help me with a Bozeman Zombie Walk fix, by sharing his photos of last year’s scene. Klee is a San Francisco artist who does video and sound for large events and conventions. In other words, the guy’s an expert on zombie gatherings.

I asked Klee a few questions about the how and why of his participation:

Q:  Why were you there?

A:  I was on vacation with my wife and son.  We were visiting from California, but I’m originally from MT (grew up in Billings, college in Bozeman).  I saw a posting by a Facebook friend that the zombie walk was happening, so I zipped downtown.

Q: Your interest in zombies?

A:  Who wouldn’t want to be immersed in a zombies-taking-over-downtown experience?

Q: Have you been to other zombie walks?

A: This was my first and (so far) only.

Q: What did you like best about this one?

A:  Easy to see, easy to get to, involved people of all ages and provides nice juxtaposition with the backdrop of a small town.  People involved were having fun (although, that meant they often broke character).

Q: Why are zombies walking?

A: They were following the chicken.

 

Thanks, Klee.

For more of Klee’s freaky fotos, check out this blog for the next couple of days. And if you happen to have deadlightful Bozeman Zombie Walk images of your own, pleeeze post them on my Facebook page.

—Erin Orison, DEAD LOVE/the Daily Slice

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Photo: by Klee Fehlberg, courtesy of Klee Fehlberg

 

 

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