'I don't believe in Beatles — I just believe in me'.
something just happened to me that really freaked me out. i thought i would write about ; but, first a little back story:
when i was about 14 or 15, our stake held a fireside for the youth and their parents. the speaker was a guy named len (lynn?) bryson. he was presenting "music and the occult" or something along those lines. his thesis was that for decades, the youth of the world -america- church had been consciously and subconsciously led to satan through the efforts of some of the worlds most popular musicians. from what i can remember:
the beatles wanted me to "smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody smoke pot."
queen were gay, and also wanted me to "start to smoke marijuana." this message was "audible" by listening to "another one bites the dust" backwards.
led zeppelin wanted me to "look to the west" although christ would be coming from the east. they also back-masked the message of "my sweet satan."
"hotel california" was the home of anton levay and the church of satan...no eagles.
styx was obviously satanic because they were named for the river that separates the underworld from the rest of God's creations (at least for the ancient greeks.) they also sang of being "snowblind" which is all about being high on cocaine.
ozzy? satan-worshiper, bat-muncher and alamo-urinator...bad.
and then there is ac/dc. whether their name was an symbol for bisexuality or an acronym for "against christ/devil's children;" it should have been clear that something was up with them ringing "hell's bells" on the "highway to hell." supposedly brian johnson is possessed by the spirit of bonn scott who died of an overdose...hence the real meaning of their their first post-bonn album/single "back in black."
there may be others, but this is all that i can remember. i recall sitting in the chapel thinking to myself, "what a load of crap. if you hadn't told me what to listen for in this bask-masking unmasking, i would have never have figured it out. random stretches of the imagination and ancient mythology do little to convince me that there is a great conspiracy." i also remember him talking about astral-projection, which sounded ridiculous then, i still don't get it now.
on the way home from the fireside, i seem to remember talking with my parents about how interesting the presentation was; but, i don't remember any of us putting much weight into what we had heard. on the contrary, charlotte's mom took her home and had her break and then throw into the dumpster any music mentioned by the speaker or found in his materials which were for sale at the fireside. oh, well. that was the end of that, until tonight.
finally- at 11:00- i was on my way home from church. i've been listening to kzep 104.5 lately. this is san antonio's classic rock station. it is the best. unlike some others, this station is more likely to play ozzy than altmann brothers. more zeppelin, less jethro tull. i was on hilliard road when "alive" by pearl jam ended, and the next song came up. at first it sounded like the beginning of "nights in white satin." all of a sudden in turned into the obvious sound of back masking. i didn't know what was "being said," but it sent a shudder through my body, and scared the crap out of me. i turned the station, and looked all around me to see if anyone was in the back of the truck. you know how you keep turning to check behind you when you're scared. i'm still a little freaked out now. every dog howl or bark outside makes me trip out. this is the kind of night when getting in the bed is so cool; because, even when you're 37, you still have to make sure every bit of your body is under the covers. everyone knows that anything left exposed is fair game to the bogeyman...or at least jimmy page.
when i was about 14 or 15, our stake held a fireside for the youth and their parents. the speaker was a guy named len (lynn?) bryson. he was presenting "music and the occult" or something along those lines. his thesis was that for decades, the youth of the world -america- church had been consciously and subconsciously led to satan through the efforts of some of the worlds most popular musicians. from what i can remember:
the beatles wanted me to "smoke pot, smoke pot, everybody smoke pot."
queen were gay, and also wanted me to "start to smoke marijuana." this message was "audible" by listening to "another one bites the dust" backwards.
led zeppelin wanted me to "look to the west" although christ would be coming from the east. they also back-masked the message of "my sweet satan."
"hotel california" was the home of anton levay and the church of satan...no eagles.
styx was obviously satanic because they were named for the river that separates the underworld from the rest of God's creations (at least for the ancient greeks.) they also sang of being "snowblind" which is all about being high on cocaine.
ozzy? satan-worshiper, bat-muncher and alamo-urinator...bad.
and then there is ac/dc. whether their name was an symbol for bisexuality or an acronym for "against christ/devil's children;" it should have been clear that something was up with them ringing "hell's bells" on the "highway to hell." supposedly brian johnson is possessed by the spirit of bonn scott who died of an overdose...hence the real meaning of their their first post-bonn album/single "back in black."
there may be others, but this is all that i can remember. i recall sitting in the chapel thinking to myself, "what a load of crap. if you hadn't told me what to listen for in this bask-masking unmasking, i would have never have figured it out. random stretches of the imagination and ancient mythology do little to convince me that there is a great conspiracy." i also remember him talking about astral-projection, which sounded ridiculous then, i still don't get it now.
on the way home from the fireside, i seem to remember talking with my parents about how interesting the presentation was; but, i don't remember any of us putting much weight into what we had heard. on the contrary, charlotte's mom took her home and had her break and then throw into the dumpster any music mentioned by the speaker or found in his materials which were for sale at the fireside. oh, well. that was the end of that, until tonight.
finally- at 11:00- i was on my way home from church. i've been listening to kzep 104.5 lately. this is san antonio's classic rock station. it is the best. unlike some others, this station is more likely to play ozzy than altmann brothers. more zeppelin, less jethro tull. i was on hilliard road when "alive" by pearl jam ended, and the next song came up. at first it sounded like the beginning of "nights in white satin." all of a sudden in turned into the obvious sound of back masking. i didn't know what was "being said," but it sent a shudder through my body, and scared the crap out of me. i turned the station, and looked all around me to see if anyone was in the back of the truck. you know how you keep turning to check behind you when you're scared. i'm still a little freaked out now. every dog howl or bark outside makes me trip out. this is the kind of night when getting in the bed is so cool; because, even when you're 37, you still have to make sure every bit of your body is under the covers. everyone knows that anything left exposed is fair game to the bogeyman...or at least jimmy page.
posted by cm at 4/05/2007
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