Selling your soul to the devil for fame in music.

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Good morning music lovers,

Let's discuss why so many claim to have sold their souls to the devil in order to to have unsurpassed fame in the music business.

They say Robert Johnson claimed to have sold his soul at the crossroads.

Bob Dylan in an interview said he did, too, in so many words, referring to a Chief Commander in this world and the next.

So many songwriters and musicians claim to have a spirit inside of them who write the songs for them. Lady Ga Ga is one, Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos is yet another. Angus Young from AC/DC says, once on stage, the band becomes possessed and goes into automatic pilot with a force moving them, almost against their will.

Why the devil? What's up with that? Why does the devil or to be more specific, Lucifer, get the credit for influencing songwriters to write all these beautiful songs, and music, in general? Why do they sell their souls to Him?
Why not to Jesus or God, or Allah or Mohammed?
Why not the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary?
What gives, here?

All these rappers of today, on youtube, rapping about the Illuminati and referring to selling their souls to the devil or Satan. What in Heaven is going on?
Could it be Heaven on Earth? Or perhaps, Hell on Earth.

We should all know that Lucifer is a fallen Angel who used to be in Heaven with God, but He was too beautiful and became too vain and wanted to overthrow God and take over the Throne and as a result, was cast out of Heaven, down to Earth where he's been throughout time to this very day.
Lucifer means "bearer of light' in one language, and Morning Star, in Latin.

Isaiah 14:12-15,
"How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the earth. You who have weakened the nations! 13 But you said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God, and I will sit on the mount of assembly in the recesses of the north. 14 I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.’ 15 Nevertheless you will be thrust down to Sheol, to the recesses of the pit."

It seems that Lucifer was the Angel in charge of music.
Ezekiel 28:13,
“You were in Eden, the garden of God. Every precious stone was your covering: The ruby, the topaz, and the diamond; the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper; the lapis lazuli, the turquoise, and the emerald; and the gold, the workmanship of your settings (timbrels) and sockets (flutes), was in you. On the day that you were created they were prepared."

This is why some people suspect that Lucifer (name means ‘light bearer’) was involved with music and therefore worship before God. But because of Lucifer’s exceeding beauty and greatness, some suspect he became prideful and rebelled against God.

Could this be why humans have to sell their souls to Lucifer in order to become rich and famous in the music business while on earth?

I write a lot songs, and i usually keep my camcorder recording while i brainstorm because many times i get a fantastic idea from nowhere, it just comes quickly, and if i don't mark it down right away, it's gone - it vanishes forever.
I learned that from Kieth Richards when he stated in an interview (i am paraphrasing his words)... ' It's those momentary, fleeting ideas that come and go that usually end up being the biggest hits the Stones ever had and if i don't catch them before they get away, they're lost.'

What do you think? Does Lucifer control the music realm?

Humans are the only creatures that can create and duplicate music and play musical instruments.


Babe,
xoxo

[trish]

I met Lucifer a few years back. It was near closing time. I had a line of empty shot glasses turned down on the bar. The Devil walked in and sat right down next to me.

"Whaddya havin'?" He asked.

I said, "Maker's Marks. You buyin'?"

He ordered two more shots, one for me and one for himself. We threw them back, and then he turned to me and asked me why I called him there. I looked him up and down.

"Sorry fella, ain't no way I called you; I woulda remembered."

He laughed, "Sure you did. Just now, in the dark recesses of your slutty little heart you were wailin' for the Devil. So here I am. What'chu need gurl?

He had a huge grin on his fiery face and he punctuated his inquiry with a knowing wink. I looked down and I'll be damn if I didn't see what must’ve been his demon cock beneath his jeans slitherin' halfway down his leg. It seemed to have a life of its own.

My mouth went dry as cotton. I felt all hollowed out inside, an impossible emptiness that only a writhing, soul-searing, monster could satisfy. I turned to the bartender. I had to search for my voice.

“Hit me again please, bourbon.”

The bartender’s eyes focused on me, then on the Devil. Lucifer nodded. I belted down the shot and fought to regain my composure.

“So you think I called you here for that?”

Silence.

“I don’t know. Maybe I did. In any case it was mighty fine of you to answer my cosmic ad - and so quickly too. But I changed my mind.”

The Devil sighed and then firmly informed me,

“It’s true, what they say. I’m not the most important Being in the universe. I’m not the Lord of all there is. Sure enough, I’ve been kicked out of better dives than this one and turned down by sweet meats finer than you. But this is different. You called me. Went and woke up my pet...”

here I followed the shifting of his eyes down to the raging red glans that emerged from beneath his cuff and the spreading puddle of organic goo that seemed to be brimming and swimming with tadpoles.

“...no whore teases Libido here without getting a slut-sized sample of his demonic essence.”

“Demonic essence? Eeuuw!” I was still dumbfounded by the tadpoles swimming in the slime.

“That stuff’ll even get a gurl like you fat and pregnant with my awesome spawn.”

My jaw must’ve dropped all the way down to the bar. Just the thought of such fulfillment: carrying a child, being pregnant, having my breasts swell and drip with milk. I was feeling weak in the knees. Pregnant! Unbelievable. Incredible.

“Awful spawn.”

“What?”

“You meant awful, spawn. You’re the Devil, right? It’d be the awful spawn of the Devil.”

“Ah...yeah. I guess. Anyway, you could be pregnant...something you always wanted...and Libido here could get his rocks off and I can go back to my subterranean home and watch TV before I go to bed. Deal?”

“I get to keep my soul, right?”

“Well....ah....”

I started to turn my stool away from him, “Forget it.”

There was a eerie hiss and wild cry from down around his ankles.

“No, no. Wait. You can keep your soul. It’s not part of the deal.”

"What about YOUR soul?"

"What about it."

"If I'm havin' your child, I want you to pledge your soul to me."

"Aint happenin."

"Good-bye."

The Devil's stool wobbled violently and there was a snarl coming from inside his pants.

"Okay, okay. You can have my soul. Let's just do it, okay?"

To make a long story short, he bought us a cheap room. He lay back and watched the ceiling, while I let Libido have his way with me. It was both awful and awesome. But also a fuckin’ lie. ' never got pregnant and he ain't never showed me his soul. Jus’ goes to show, a man’ll promise anything when his libido wants a piece of ass.

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Hi trish,

Cool story, i was waiting, though, for the part when He took to the stage to sing you a lust-song. Didn't happen.

So let me post a song that your story reminded me of.

youtube.com/watch?v=ZwdVcMrYUrA


"Demon's Eye"

I don't mind just what you say.
I never heard you, baby, never heard you anyway.
I don't care what you do
just so long as it ain't me and you.
Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.

Everything's good, I said, everything's fine.
You don't know, don't know it's the end of your time.
How does it feel to be turned away?
I've known it, baby, almost every day.
Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.

I don't need you anymore,
I don't want you, baby, hanging round my door.
You slip and slide round my brain.
You think you're so clever, yeah, but you know you're insane.
Sly, sly, sly like a demon's eye.

I d-d-don't mind just what you say.
I never heard you, baby, I never heard you anyway, no I didn't.
Everything's good, everything's fine.
You don't know it's the end of your time.
Sly, sly, sly like the demon's eye,
like the demon's eye.

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Good morning everybody,

Well, here is Bob Dylan explaining where he thinks his songs come from.

Amazing interview.

youtube.com/watch?v=gKkZcgrec8A

Babe,
xoxo

[trish]

Robert Johnson’s cross-road encounter is an echo of earlier bargains made with the Lord of the Underworld. Faust is the one story most readily brought to mind. The story itself predates Christopher Marlowe and Wolfgang von Goethe who tell the tale most elegantly. Orpheus, the musician of Greek mythology made a deal with Hades to release his wife from death under the condition that on their way back to the surface world he not look back.

Faust wants knowledge (of alchemy), Robert Johnson wants the skill to play the guitar, Orpheus wants his wife back from the dead. They all three make bargains with the supernatural powers that be. Even Abraham bargained with God, agreeing that Sodom be saved if fifty righteous people could be found there. Tim Tebow bargains with Jesus for touchdowns (which I regard as cheating and unsportsman like conduct__don’t do it Jesus). The claim has been made that there are know atheists in foxholes, which I assume means there’s a lot of bargaining going on with gods, angels and demons during times of war.

I think most of these stories (the interesting ones anyway) are metaphorical. The Devil, the bargain and the bargainer’s soul are stand ins for various aspects of the human psyche. In Robert Johnson’s story, I think the bargain is a metaphor for the time and hard work Johnson put into learning his craft. Johnson’s soul represents the people and relationships he sacrificed while on the road perfecting his craft.

A kind of false modesty may also have some role in the construction of these stories. Knowledge and musicianship are difficult to come by. We sometimes speak of these skills metaphorically as gifts...presumably from Heaven. There may be some natural talent involved, but mostly theses gifts are the result of hard work, constant devotion to the craft and determination. When asked, “How’d you get so good at the guitar?” it might seem a bit like clapping yourself on the back to say, “Hard work and determination.” It may sound even more self-aggrandizing to say, “I’m just talented, I guess,” or “It’s a gift.” One way out (for a consummate performer) that’s interesting to the listener, not too self-flattering and guaranteed to get passed around and get people talking about you (increasing your audience and your sells) is to tell how you forged a deal with the Devil.

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

HI trish,

Isn't there MORE than one 'devil'? He has legions of underlings, who handle different things, no? I am not sure.

I agree with what you've written, but again, maybe we've been brainwashed to think that the devil is just one fallen angel.

I was certain that Lucifer was the one for music.

I CAN be wrong - it's okay with me to be wrong. I do not know everything OBVIOUSLY lol.



Babe,
xoxo

[trish]

Mephistopheles, Satan, Lucifer, Ol' Nick, Beelzebub...the list is long. Do they name a single entity? many? or no one at all? Maybe some have been brainwashed to think there really is a Heaven and a Hell while others have been led to speculate these are simply names for places within ourselves we can't quite reach.

[BTW we both agree one should be allowed a longer time to edit one's posts. In post #5 I meant to say "no atheists in foxholes" not "know atheists" Sheeesh!]

[TempestTS]

Tried to sell my soul for Rock N Roll - sold my body instead... but never my mind

Now I have the Devil stealing kisses from my hand and making desecrated love on dirty sheets

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Wrong clips .Be back later

[my my my!]

Tried to sell my soul for Rock N Roll - sold my body instead... but never my mind

Now I have the Devil stealing kisses from my hand and making desecrated love on dirty sheets

what a lucky devil. to be able to have Tempest in his presence.