The world at my feet

The mysterious legends about rock have always piqued me. Is Paul McCartney dead or alive? Are the Led Zeppelin a nice bunch of wizards? Is there room for anybody else in the 27 Club ? What can you do about it? I’m a big sucker. So, when I heard The Mars Volta’s last album was born under malefic auspices, a shudder of excitement ran down my spine. Everything begins with the buy of a plate to invoke the spirits, tracked out in Jerusalem by Omar Rodriguez-Lopez, The Mars Volta’s guitarist and mind, and given to the front man Cedric Bixler Zavala. Make a sitting today, make one tomorrow, the little devils begin to get annoyed and to play dirty tricks. The recording studio floods, Cedric undergoes an operation, the drummer and “accountant” of the group is fired on the spot following a disastrous investment which dash a bundle. Dulcis in fundo, Omar has a nervous breakdown. So, for defeating the jinx, the band decides to utilize the words of the spirits, tacking on some positive element, for the lyrics of the new album. I won’t buy this album for sure. I repeat it, I’m a damned sucker and I’m afraid the Beetlejuice on duty visit me. But perhaps this story smells more of money than sulphur. Online there is the game “Goliath The Soothsayer”, exclusive for Amazon and in parallel with the worldwide release of the record. Is it  an advertising action or a real foray in the Unreal? Maybe we could ask the Blair witch or Orson Welles and his Martians about that.