He took a moment to compose his thoughts. “See, rock n roll was a new thing at the time. Something different. Something that hadn’t been around before. It wasn’t like blues, or jazz, or country. It came from all of those, but it was so much more. Music and religion have been inextricably linked ever since Alan Freed called it rock n roll. Which rhymes with soul. As soon as singers started linking those two concepts, you had the devil’s music. It gets inside your head. Inspires you. Gives your life a soundtrack that nobody can switch off.”
He seemed to be rambling, bouncing all over the place. But I had nowhere else to go. I let him tell it his way.
“So when they tried their ancient ritual, and did everything right, it just didn’t take. Not properly. Not the way they’d expected. See, they needed a blank slate. They’d wiped my mind, wiped my emotions, wiped my identity. But they couldn’t take away the music. Because that was locked away in my soul.”
Extract from Burning Roses, a decadent tale of sex, drugs, rock n roll & magick. Available on Amazon. Also available in paperback.
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Till next time. Cheers.
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