“The Rolling Stones Their Satanic Majesties Request” – That is my favorite Stones record. It’s like their phsychodlic answer to Sargent Pepper Lonly Hearts Club Band. Some would probably say the Beatles record is better but that Stones record is pretty freaking good. It talks about them worshiping the devil and praising sweet Satan and his band of demons at the lake of fire.
Are the Stones Devil Worshipers?
Well, if you say so. Lots of the British bands were devil lovers weren’t they? Led Zeppelin were devil worshipers. Or that’s what they say. If you listen to Stairway to Heaven backwards it too mentions My Sweet Satan. That would be freaking devil love. Allister Crowleys Knight in Satan Service.
Rock and Roll is of the Devil
That’s what they say. If you listen to Rock music your going to Hell. There is absolutely nothing redeeming or positive about rock music whatsoever. You may as well be damning your soul to a permanant vacation home at the lake of fire. I’ve been to tent meetings that would talk about this all night long.
Let’s take this a bit further. Thinking your safe from the wiles of the Devil by going to a Christian bookstore and getting Christian Rock is deceptive. Those bands are also often playing in a 4/4 time signature and that is the devils. – Lucifiers time signature.
So… The Stones song, Sympathy for the Devil – Need I say more? Satan himself is speaking directly through Mick Jagger on that one… I mean for real…
So what should we do about all of this? The Devils everywhere huh? Here it is…
My good friend Neal Hutto passed away around this time of year back in 2010, My thoughts often go back to memories that we shared hanging out… Talking about music and the state of the universe and all that…
He used to MC the open mic nights at the Eclipse club back in the 90’s. He made the entertainment! He would introduce me and I’d stumble drunk up on the stage and sing about abusive youth church camp leaders and such… It was fun!
Yeah… Neal was kool… I was a thug.. There were other artists and punks heckling other losers. What can I say? It was some of the best times of my crazy youth… Well I was pushing 30… But ya know
Dang I miss that guy.
I didn’t make it to his funeral but I found a copy the full eulogy of Neal on Facebook. His friend Will knew him much better than I did and said all the right things. He mentions Neal’s Riverside Drive Tape that he recorded back in 1990. He talks about some of it being digitized but I have never found it on the net..
The (trivial) setup in Reaper (Photo credit: Roo Reynolds)
Back in the music lab again…Recording my latest and greatest masterpiece… It is yet ‘untitled’ Maybe I’ll just keep that name for the record. Uh……..?
I must begin by saying that getting this 6 year old macbook is improving my lab tremendously. I have sought out to do some DAW recording now that it’s the computer age…But the PC hassles just seemed to be too much… I had recorded other songs.. Like one that my friend Neal wrote.
It was recorded on a PC using Reaper DAW software. It came out pretty good.
At any rate… I was having to many troubles at the time… And no energy to fight the computer issues…
I actually have video of some songs on my Youtube Chanel. . Including the one above… If your interested. I may blog about each one of them one of these days… – Whatever
All I know for sure is that those tracks can never be finished because I had the files stored on an external hard drive that was stolen by a past acquaintance. Hey… I luv them dudes and dudettes from my past… I just can’t chill that way anymore…
There’s to much life left in me… Ya know what I’m sayen?
So.. I have a 2008 Macbook… A Shure SM58…. An LP worth of electronica that I worked up with Acid years ago…And a fresh copy of licensed Reaper installed. And I’m laying down tracks… Cause Macbook and Reaper is where it’s at.
Hey…What else is there to do? I got something to say after all!
Send me some files of you saying silly stuff… I put it on top of these techno tracks… Ya know? Blah blah blah…..
Back in the early days here in Tulsa OK my friend Gary Hunt and myself shared a house over by Tulsa University… We
Biblioteca McFarlin (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
were *like* college kids…But didn’t go to school at TU. You know what I’m saying?
Yes folks…We were right there on campus.
We were a bunch of kids thinking we would make a difference in Tulsa pop culture.. We were the underground music kids. We were busy working out our sexual frustrations and tortured youth with a Fostex 4 track recorder.
We drank beer, wrote songs, drank beer wrote songs, drank beer, wrote songs.
Do you see the pattern here?
We talked about art and dreamed big… And, you know? Had fun!
Are you interested in learning more about it? See here:
That is an old static html site I designed years ago that talks a bit about that period… It has several songs for download if your into that sort of thing… They are all LoFi stuff of course. – To us, back then…They were HIGH FI
We were cutting records after all… Ya dig?
image (Photo credit: davestuff7)
Demented Dave – My Solo Project
I recorded a short EP of songs I had written during this period. I believe it is rendered a a little better bit rate than the songs offered on the D&G pages:
Eminem, in 8 Mile, plays a Detroit post-teenager who dreams of becoming a rap singer, who both has black friends and receives hostility from blacks who don’t like his career intentions. For all its hokiness it’s a good movie, chiefly because of its depiction of working-class life in an American city. Scott Silver’s script is fragile, but Curtis Hanson directs it with flair and know-how. Eminem’s acting is hollow but the other performers shine. E.g., Mekhi Phifer is urban tough but nonthreatening as one of Eminem’s friends, he who asserts he intends to square things with the Lord but never gets around to it. Kim Basinger gives a nicely complex performance as the white rapper’s mother, and the late Brittany Murphy effectively plays, er, an affable slut. It’s not much of a role. It is not even clear that Silver is aware she is a slut.
Another problem: the obligatory embarrassing sex scene. And another: rap music. The one Eminem rap song I have heard in its entirety struck me as trivial and unfunny, and the tripe spewed out in 8 Mile is no better. One wishes we had Duke Ellington and Scott Joplin around to teach this white kid a lesson.