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Posts Tagged ‘Heavy Metal’
Posted in Music, Religion, tagged Country Music, Devil, Father, Goddamn Gallows, Guitars, Heavy Metal, Holy Ghost, Jesus, Jesus Christ, Metal, Music, Rock, Rock and Roll, Rock Music, Sin, Son, Soul, Trinity, Y'all Motherfuckers, Y'all Motherfuckers Need Jesus on November 5, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in Meta, tagged Art, Aura Salve, Bloggign, Christianity, Country Music, Deconversion, Dionysus, Eating, Ethics, Euripides, Food, Heavy Metal, Mötley Crüe, Mormonism, Music, Paganism, Psychology, Religion, Sacred, Satan, Sex, The Bacchae, Townes Van Zandt, Wordpress, Writing on August 1, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
I have been thinking about that widget over on the sidebar that shows my most popular posts. The problem with it is that it’s based on what people have been looking at over the last 24-48 hours, which means it is representative really of what google searches bring people here, and not what my best writing is. So I think I am going to add a new widget that indexes what I think are my best pieces of writing.
I’ll put it up later today, but for now, here’s my tentative tracklist for the “Best of Byzantium” album.
Postmormon Sexual Ethics
Shout at The Devil: Satan, Heavy Metal, and the Great God Pan
Say A Prayer For Lefty, Too
One Way Or Another: The Bacchae
Why It Matters Whether Mormons Are Christian
Eating Is Sacred
My Own Goddess
Any of my readers think there’s any really good posts I have overlooked?
Posted in Music, tagged 80's Music, Art, Family, Glam Metal, God, Heavy Metal, Kids, Love, Metal, Music, Music Video, Parenthood, Parenting, Pride, Rock, Rock & Roll, Rock and Roll, Video, War, When The Children Cry, White Lion on September 13, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
When I hear this song, I think about my beautiful kids, and I get choked up. I hope they know how much I love them.
Posted in Music, Spirituality, tagged Angel, Apollo, Art, Bible, Black Sabbath, Christianity, Death, Devil, Dionysus, Divinity, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Essence, Evil, Fear, Freedom, God, Gods, Greek Mythology, Heavy Metal, Horned God, Hymns, John Milton, Libido, Lucifer, Lust, Magician, Mötley Crüe, Middle Ages, Music, Mysticism, Mythology, Nature, Nikki Sixx, Occult, Occultism, Pan, Plutarch, Poetry, Religion, Revel, Revelation, Ritual, Rock, Rock and Roll, Rock Music, Romantic, Romanticism, Satan, Sex, Sexuality, Shout at the Devil, Sin, Spirituality, Theology, Worship on June 3, 2011 | 5 Comments »
He’s the wolf screaming lonely in the night;
He’s the blood stain on the stage.
He’s the tear in your eye being tempted by his lies,
He’s the knife in your back; he’s rage!
You want to experience the Horned God right now? Go and grab a copy of Mötley Crüe’s Shout at the Devil and put it on the record player. Turn it up. Listen to it. Feel it. Get into it. There he is—lurking under the surface of the music, ready to burst out at any minute with a raging hard-on and an urge to do violence. This is the music your parents were afraid you would listen to, and for good reason. This is Pan’s music, and Pan is everything they were afraid of.
Rock music has a long tradition of flirting with the Devil, but with a few notable exceptions, these musicians don’t worship the actual Devil of Christianity. The Devil of rock and roll is not really anything like the Satan found in the Bible or in modern Christian theology. Some Christians might be bothered both by the content and the imagery of rock and metal, but not actually because they accurately represent the Christian Satan in a theological sense. The Christian Satan is a fallen angel who is miserable because he is separated from God, and as a result, he wants to make humanity as miserable as he is by tempting them to sin against God and thereby separate themselves as he is separated. That same motivation is often ascribed to the Devil of rock and roll, but it is falsely ascribed. It is a reaction, a fear-motivated impulse that rock and roll deliberately provokes because it pushes people’s boundaries and forces them to confront everything that rock and roll and its Devil stand for. But under the surface, it has nothing to do with Christianity’s Satan.
The Devil of rock and roll is a different Devil: he is instead the Devil of the occultists, the magicians, and the romantic poets. And whether the Christian Devil was in fact deliberately distorted in the Middle Ages to look and act like a pagan horned god or whether that idea is a modern conceit, the romantic occult Devil, who came much later, was most definitely and intentionally modeled on the pagan Horned God. This intoxicating devil inspired the poets and magicians who inspired the musicians of the twentieth century. It’s no accident that the first real heavy metal album, Black Sabbath’s self-titled record, is completely and totally immersed in the imagery of Satan. This Devil was a god of libido, of power, of freedom, a god of fear and lust, a god of the revel, of nature, of the night, a god of secrets and rage, a god who stands as a guardian of or even a living embodiment of the inexhaustible wellspring of the universe’s raw, primal, and sublime essence. His worship ran counter to the Church and its theology, but not because he was a part of the Church or its theology. He was a Devil, but he was not Christianity’s Devil: he was in fact Pan. Pan, the horned god of the Greek shepherds, whose music inspired fear and panic and sexual lust, Pan the god of the wild places and the lonely, magic, dangerous corners of the earth, the Great God Pan. When the romantics and occultists looked to the gods of the ancient pagans, Pan stood out from all of them because he represented a direct, divine connection to that raw stuff of the universe that the Church of the Middle Ages did its best to monopolize, control, and intermediate. Pan stood out and invited the occultists to come and feel his power directly, through ritual but most importantly through the revel. And heavy metal gives us both, in spades. Heavy metal gives us the real Devil, the Devil that human beings hunger and thirst for.
He’ll be the love in your eyes, he’ll be the blood between your thighs
And then have you cry for more!
He’ll put strength to the test, he’ll put the thrill back in bed,
Sure you’ve heard it all before.
He’ll be the risk in the kiss, might be anger on your lips,
Might run scared for the door…
People fear Pan because Pan cannot be controlled. Pan is wild; Pan is free. Pan is unpredictable and the unpredictable makes us uncomfortable. It doesn’t fit in our neat categories; it doesn’t follow our made-up rules.
By invoking his imagery and creating music that is a perfect channel for his divinity, heavy metal has served him and worshipped him more purely than perhaps any other modern human endeavor. Heavy metal stands as a dangerous and powerful testament that despite Plutarch’s report and the wishful thinking of Milton and Browning, Pan is not dead at all. Like nature itself, and like his sometime father Dionysus, Pan can never die. Pan returns and demands that we deal with him. Pan has a hold on all of us, whether we like it or not: we are all dark and dangerous, we all have the urge to create and destroy, we are all animals playing at being human. And when we hear a song like “Shout At The Devil” we can’t help but feel who we really are.
But in the seasons of wither we’ll stand and deliver—
Be strong and laugh and
Shout! Shout! Shout!
Shout at the Devil!
Feel the swagger, the sexuality, the aggression in the music. Feel it in your body, as your body answers. That is Pan. Pan’s music is rough and savage, but no less powerful and intricate than Apollo’s hymns. Apollo calms us, but Pan arouses us. Pan shows us a side of humanity that is frightening but real, and even essential. It’s not evil—it’s who we are. Modern pagans shy away from talking about the Devil because they are afraid of being misunderstood or maligned. And maybe that’s fair, but I think it’s a mistake. Pan is the Devil, and that’s a good thing. He is the Devil in the best way possible, and I say embrace that. Put the record on. Turn it up. Throw up his sign. You know how it’s done.
Listen to it! Listen, and shout at the Devil!
(Article originally published in Hoofprints in the Wildwood: A Devotional Anthology for the Horned Lord; song lyrics from Mötley Crüe’s song, “Shout at the Devil” written by Nikki Sixx)
Posted in Music, tagged Acid Rock, Aphrodite, Army, Army National Guard, Back, Beethoven, Black Sabbath, Brahman, Country Music, Deification, Dionysus, Dungeons & Dragons, Exercise, God, Heavy Metal, Hero Worship, Heroes, Hope Sandoval, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix Experience, johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Led Zeppelin, Love, Marriage, Mazzy Star, Military, Mozart, Music, Musician, Mysticism, Mythology, New Wave, Outlaw Country, Ozzy Osbourne, Physical Fitness, Polytheism, Post-Punk, Reincarnation, Religion, Rock, Rock and Roll, Rock Star, Romance, Running, Spirituality, The Doors, Tony Iommi, Waylon Jennings, Work, Worship on November 2, 2010 | 3 Comments »
You may wonder why, on a blog that’s ostensibly about spirituality, I post so often about music. The fact is, to me, music is inseparable from spirituality. Music is transcendent. Through music, I touch the universe, the ultimate reality, God. I take music seriously. It’s a hobby, and that’s important to me because its a hobby that my unreasonably demanding job can’t take away from me, but its more than a hobby. I enjoy it so much precisely because it is a window into the sublime.
Music fanatics have been accused of worshipping rock stars. This is usually meant pejoratively, to make the level of devotion shown by music fans look ridiculous. But I embrace it. Do I worship Jim Morrison? You bet your ass I do. And Johnny Cash. And Ronnie James Dio. And Waylon Jennings. And Jimi Hendrix. I’m a polytheist, and I embrace a tradition that includes deifying heroes. And I think these men are heroes worthy of worship. Even gods. Not gods of the same magnitude as Dionysus or Aphrodite, and certainly not of the same magnitude as the ultimate one cosmic unity, whatever you like to call that. But gods no less, and I treat them as such.
Some days I pour out a libation to Zeus, and some days I pour out a libation to Dio.
With that in mind, a friend of mine just put up a blog post about how thankful she is for music, and I want to echo her sentiments. Music makes the world just a little bit better. Music makes life a little easier to live.
My friend also posted YouTube videos of some of her favorite songs, as a part of this post. And I want to do that, too. So I give you, in no particular order, ten of the greatest fucking songs in the whole world.
1. Johnny Cash, “I Walk The Line”
This is my favorite song of all time, and it has been since I first knowingly heard it. I’m not afraid of complicated arrangements, but something about the stripped-down simplicity of this song just pieces me to the core. Johnny Cash wields his guitar like a rifle, and in a few spare words, he says all that anyone ever needs to say. This is the best, most important song ever written. If I had to pick one single piece of music to be all that survived of human civilization, I would not pick Beethoven, Mozart or Bach. I would pick this.
2. Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here”
An intense, emotional song with absolutely brilliant lyrics. Nothing more even needs to be said. Also, Wyclef Jean’s version is amazing as well.
3. Jimi Hendrix, “All Along The Watchtower”
This was already one of my favorite songs in the universe before Colonel Tigh started mumbling the lyrics at the end of the third season of Battlestar Galactica. I pretty much just pissed myself when I realized what it was he was saying. And using the song the way they did was perfect, because “All along the Watchtower” is like a fucking rock and roll window into the supernal realms. The opening guitar riff knocks my socks off and I’m not able to put them on again until the song is over. Also, don’t miss Apuleius Platonicus’s amazing analysis of the spiritual significance of this song.
4. Jimmy Durante, “As Time Goes By”
Another song beautiful in its simplicity. A romantic classic for a reason. It will always make me think of my beautiful and sexy wife and the absolutely amazing life we have had together so far. It may not be “our song,” but to me it is nevertheless a song about us.
5. Black Sabbath, “Heaven And Hell”
The world lost a god when Ronnie James Dio died. The two albums he recorded with Black Sabbath in the early 1980′s are some of the best heavy metal albums ever. Tony Iommy shines all over the place like he never was able to with Ozzy, and Ronnie’s lyrics are timeless, creative, and iconic: They say that life’s a carousel, spinning fast, you’ve got to ride it well. The world is full of kings and queens who blind your eyes and steal your dreams, its heaven and hell.
6. Led Zeppelin, “Stairway To Heaven”
This song is ubiquitous for a reason. I wrote a post about its spiritual significance a couple months ago, so I won’t repeat myself unnecessarily except to say this song is not a cliché. This song is just that good. It builds from a soft, mystic, poetic beginning into a massive sublime onslaught. If you don’t love this song, you have never paid attention to it.
7. Joy Division, “Love Will Tear Us Apart”
The best of all new wave and post-punk songs, a perfect blend of synth instrumentation and earnest, passionate and dark lyrics. There is nothign here not to like.
8. The Doors, “L.A. Woman”
Somewhere I wrote a poem about this song, but now I can’t find it. “L.A. Woman” is a perfect example of all four of the Doors working together in synergy. The other great thing about this song is that the beat of the opening movement is exactly the right beat for me to run to and pass an Army AFPT. For the record, I have been out of the Army for about four days now, and I am not really okay with that.
9. Dio, “Holy Diver”
My kids love this song as much as I do. They know all of the words, and they know how to do devil horns with their hands. It’s the most cute-awesome thing ever. Also, if I could make every Dungeons and Dragons adventure I ever ran feel exactly like this song and its goofy music video, I would be a happy man.
10. Highwaymen, “The Highwayman”
Reincarnation and country music. Four outlaw country gods walking among men.
11. Mazzy Star, “Into Dust”
I have loved this song for more than a decade. To me, it is the most intense song I know of.
12. Waylon Jennings, “Rough and Rowdy Days”
Another one for my beautiful and sexy wife. And for me.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Anthrax, Bacchus, Dave Mustaine, Dionysus, God, Gods, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Jesus, Jim Morrison, Kerry King, Marriage, Megadeth, Metal, Metal Gods, Music, Myth, Rock, Rock and Roll, Slayer, Spirituality, Tom Araya on June 24, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Instead, I will be rocking the fuck out at the encore showing of The Big Four from Sonisphere, Bulgaria. Anthrax, Megadeth, Metallica and Slayer–the Big Four of thrash metal–all performing on the same stage for the first time ever. They’re not doing any US shows, but they did show it in theaters here on Tuesday, and they’re showing it again tonight.
So while epic polygamy Jesus assassin wife history is being made at my house, I will instead be witnessing epic metal history.
In all seriousness, hard rock and heavy metal are spiritually significant to me. Want to feel the sublime essence of Dionysus? Go to a metal show and get lost in that energy. It’s awesome.
Posted in Music, Spirituality, tagged Afterlife, Art, Black Sabbath, Death, Dio, Divine, Elf, Evil, Gods, Golden Gods, Heaven, Heaven & Hell, Heavy Metal, Heavy Music, Metal, Music, Pan, Pete Steele, Plutarch, Rainbow, Revolver, Rock & Roll, Ronnie James Dio, The Devil You Know, Tragedy, Type O Negative on May 16, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Ronnie James Dio, a heavy metal legend, died today of stomach cancer. The world will be a worse place without him. If there is a rock and roll heaven, he will definitely be there.
I was just talking to my brother about how Pete Steele from Type O Negative had just died, and i was thinking about Ronnie and the picture of him I saw in Revolver from the Golden Gods awards–he did not look good. I thought to myself “how much longer before I’m talking about how Dio is dead too?” And as soon as I got off the phone I checked my feed reader and saw the news. It hit me hard.
I’m glad I got to see him live with Heaven & Hell last fall; it was an amazing show. And I’m glad he was able to record an album with those guys again before he died. The Devil You Know is an amazing record and a fitting last testament: Ronnie James Dio in top form, just doing what he always did best.
Thamus, are you there? When you reach Palodes, take care to proclaim that the great god Pan is dead.
Posted in Music, tagged All Along The Watchtower, Arete, Art, Beatles, Bob Dylan, Country, Demon, Derek and the Dominos, Dionysos, Dionysus, Eric Clapton, Guitar, Heaven, Heavy Metal, Humor, Jack Black, Jimi Hendrix, Jimmy Page, John Bonham, John Paul Jones, johnny Cash, Kyle, Led Zeppelin, Let It Be, Music, Robert Plant, Rock, Rock and Roll, Rolling Stones, Stairway To Heaven, Tenacious D, Tribute on March 22, 2010 | 70 Comments »
This is a fantastic song, but it raises the grim specter of a question: if this is not the greatest song in the world, then what is? It is a question of spiritual significance.
Rolling Stone says that the greatest song is “Like A Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan. That is bullshit. 1) That’s a really limp, boring song. 2) They just picked it because it says “Rolling Stone” in it.
Rolling Stone’s choice for number two is “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones. But that is not even the best song by the Rolling Stones (that would be “Paint It, Black” hands down, no contest). Plus, again, Rolling Stone is just picking something that says “Rolling Stone” in it. How typically lame. Rolling Stone is full of shit.
So which song actually is the greatest song in the world? I can think of three contenders: “I Walk The Line” by Johnny Cash, “Stairway To Heaven” by Led Zeppelin, and “All Along The Watchtower” by the Jimi Hendrix Experience. Also possibly “Let It Be” byt the Beatles and “Layla” by Derek and the Dominos. But I think it needs serious discussion and consideration.
Posted in Music, tagged A-Ha, Beatles, Classic Rock, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Folk Metal, Heavy Metal, Iron Maiden, Jimi Hendrix, Jimi Hendrix Experience, Jimmy Durante, johnny Cash, Joy Division, Led Zeppelin, Melodic Death Metal, Metal, Music, New Wave, New Wave Of British Heavy Metal, NWOBHM, Pink Floyd, Playlists, Pop, Pop Music, Pop Standards, Post-Punk, Progressive Rock, Rock, Rock and Roll, The Beatles, The Doors, Wintersun on October 30, 2009 | 3 Comments »
“Walk The Line” – Johnny Cash
“All Along The Watchtower” – Jimi Hendrix Experience
“L.A. Woman” – The Doors
“As Time Goes By” – Jimmy Durante
“Take On Me” – A-Ha
“Holy Diver” – Dio
“Stairway To Heaven” – Led Zeppelin
“The Number Of The Beast” – Iron Maiden
“Love Will Tear Us Apart” – Joy Division
“Wish You Were Here” – Pink Floyd
“Have You Ever Seen The Rain” – Creedence Clearwater Revival
“Let It Be” – The Beatles
“A Few Hours After This” – The Cure
“Battle Against Time” – Wintersun
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Ancient Order of Druids in America, AODA, Athletics, Buddhism, Concentration, Consciousness, Discursive Meditation, Druidry, Energy, Euphoria, Heavy Metal, Hinduism, John Michael Greer, Kundalini, Kundalini Yoga, Meditation, Mind, Moon, Moving Meditation, Music, Running, Samhain, Samhainn, Spirit, Spirituality, Trance, Uncategorized, Yoga, Zen on October 27, 2009 | 3 Comments »
In preparation for my year of Druid candidate training, I have been trying to get into the habit of meditating. So far, I’ve only been working on color breathing and training my concentration, using the suggested meditation target (from John Michael Greer‘s Druidry Handbook):
The process has been fascinating and enlightening. Although I find my mind wandering behind my back, slipping away for me only to realize it a few minutes later, I’m always able to round up my thoughts and walk back along the path that took me to where I found them, and bring my conscious mind back to the Moon-target where I can simply be. I realize that the aim here is to develop concentration in preparation for discursive meditation later on (which I want to be able to begin right away with Samhainn), but the effortless effort spent being completely present to the image I am concentrating on is nevertheless very zenlike, and I find myself having the same sort of physical and mental sensations (a sort of trancelike, not-unpleasant feeling of fraying at the edges of my existence) as I did with zen meditation back when I was giving that a go.
Also, it’s amazing how good I feel after meditating–positively euphoric. Fifteen quick minutes leaves me completely energized and focused, and it goes a long way to calming the anxiety and depression that my own personal brand of crazy inflicts on me. I’m looking forward to learning and practicing discursive meditation, but I think I will ultimately want to mix in something more zenlike, and maybe explore Indian techniques like Kunalindi yoga to supplement my Western, Druidic approach.
I’m interested in exploring moving meditation, specifically trying to achieve a meditative state while running. Usually while I run I either listen to heavy metal at unsafe volumes on my headphones (which is not necessarily not conducive to a calm state of mind…) or I just let my mind completely wander, but i have an intuition that a kind of physical meditation should be workable. I’m just not necessarily sure how I would go about it.