#thebadguys
Sweet Home Chicago
“Where the people eat and drink, even where they worship, there is usually stench. One should not enter a church if they want to breathe pure air.” (Nietzsche).
Smell of sulfur (Rock and Satanism, part 1).
So, if I really have to imagine it – old Lucifer – I picture him with De Niro's face as Louis Cyphre in "Angel Heart" while he peels that egg…
And I see him laughing at all those idiots dressed up like fools who invoke him making all those growls and nasty faces…
Not that there isn't horror, not that there isn't wickedness, not that there isn't brutality, but that's the stupid and mundane side of Evil. With that, he lets men play….
Sure, there's much to say about the relationship between rock and satanism, and the role of Anton LaVey in the underground culture of the '60s should certainly be investigated, and here and there a bit of a sulfur smell has been sensed…
But the rest has been mostly about ridiculous masquerades, circus clowns, broken needles on records played backward, and silly stories to scare children!
However, if there's one music (and only one) that I imagine could accompany old Louis while he peels his egg, it’s this: the raspy singing of Robert Johnson, that voice coming from the deep dark, that music that speaks of pain without redemption.
The bluesman who sold his soul to the devil.
Sweet Home Chicago
“Where the people eat and drink, even where they worship, there is usually stench. One should not enter a church if they want to breathe pure air.” (Nietzsche).
Smell of sulfur (Rock and Satanism, part 1).
So, if I really have to imagine it – old Lucifer – I picture him with De Niro's face as Louis Cyphre in "Angel Heart" while he peels that egg…
And I see him laughing at all those idiots dressed up like fools who invoke him making all those growls and nasty faces…
Not that there isn't horror, not that there isn't wickedness, not that there isn't brutality, but that's the stupid and mundane side of Evil. With that, he lets men play….
Sure, there's much to say about the relationship between rock and satanism, and the role of Anton LaVey in the underground culture of the '60s should certainly be investigated, and here and there a bit of a sulfur smell has been sensed…
But the rest has been mostly about ridiculous masquerades, circus clowns, broken needles on records played backward, and silly stories to scare children!
However, if there's one music (and only one) that I imagine could accompany old Louis while he peels his egg, it’s this: the raspy singing of Robert Johnson, that voice coming from the deep dark, that music that speaks of pain without redemption.
The bluesman who sold his soul to the devil.
lector
3 nov 19
DeRank ™: 21,12
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