The world at my feet

Many blogs are talking about Charles Manson’s record released under Creative Commons. It’s well-known Manson not only had a sympathy for the Devil but also for the rock stars. He has finally realized his dreams. I presume many people will download this record, evil is always fascinating. But I advise you against doing it. How will you feel when your notebook throws up and does somersaults? What will you do when your iPod starts “frying” every time you pass by a church or a crucifix? Follow my advice. Nowadays, it’s hard to find an exorcist. Now, I hope Evil doesn’t pick on me because I have spiked his guns. I feel a bit strange.

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Gaetano Bastianelli is a lucky man. He has a lovely family, a good job and, finally, the house of his dreams: a cottage in the beautiful Umbrian countryside, not far from Spoleto. But quickly the house of his dreams changes in the house of his nightmares. The family is woken by sinister noises in the middle of the night, doors and windows slam without a reason, plates and glasses move on their own: the cottage is haunted by ghosts! The situation worsen to the extent that many objects burst into flames because of spontaneous combustion. At last, our poor Bastianelli decides to take a legal action against the former owners. The law is clear: a purchaser must be informed of any fact that might affect the worth of a property. They knew the house was haunted by obscures presences and called even an exorcist to get rid of them. In the end, they escaped from that den of spirits. Mr. Bastianelli is right. So, the ghosts come in a courtroom. We hope it doesn’t burst into flames.

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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.