I’m reading The Basketball Diaries atm (never read it before, surprisingly), and I’m inspired to make an entry. A memory I think of often but never wrote about.
Back in 1985 this was my grandparent’s house (where I live now) and this is where we came every year for 4th of July. And at this time I was really into the band Frankie goes to Hollywood. RELAX was #1 on the charts and I was listening to Welcome to the Pleasure Dome (a great album btw) on my walkman while laying in bed staring at this same ceiling, absorbing every note and word. I would have been 17, and a strong believer in God above. I was sure. I mean, I didn’t LOVE Him, or read the Bible or like church all that much, except for the youth events with all my friends, but I really believed in God, and the Devil, and spirits and the other dimension they all got here from.
This all took place during what’s referred to now as the “Satanic Panic”. Churches and mothers and Tipper Gore and everyone were declaring war on rock-n-roll and MTV for all the Satanic influences coded into the music kids like me were consuming. I was hearing sermons on Sunday about it. Our youth pastors were bringing Led Zeppelin and KISS albums to church to show us how if you held them up to a mirror in a certain way there’s an image of the devil there in the art. All popular music was on the chopping block; Madonna, Twisted Sister, all heavy metal, and of course Frankie Goes to Hollywood. I still remember on one of these Wednesdays our youth pastor Fritz looking to us kids for examples in what we’re listening to, and my buddy Bill explained, “I listen to Huey Lewis, but that song isn’t about drugs. It’s about wanting that feeling you get when you’re around the girl you love!”
Huey Lewis, for Christ’s sake. Lol
Anyhow, 17 year old me is laying on that bed with Frankie (Holly Johnson) singing his evils into my virgin ears, and my brain clicked. Satanic Panic, just as it’d been taught. I started to feel, and even believe I was seeing the evil that album had summoned. I remember looking around that room thinking, “Even though they’re invisible, I can feel evil spirits all around! Just like at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark!”
During the song “Welcome to the Pleasure Dome” there’s a slowed-down voice repeating the line “WELCOME TO THE PLEASURE DOME! WELLLCOME!” just like Jabba the Hut! I was genuinely scared. Alone in this room with a whole bunch of demons swirling around me, to the music. Subliminal messages conjuring up perversions of every sort! I consciously allowed my emotions to get swept up in the whole experience in hopes, I think, to actually see something. I wanted to really experience this mysterious thing I’d been told about. And it worked! Mind you, it wasn’t enough for me to turn it off and throw the cassette out the window, but emotionally I was shook. I never really saw what I thought I should, but when I closed my eyes I was able to visualize that moment in Raiders and convince myself “Yup, that’s real.”
It fucked with my head for a while. I tried to recreate the experience at home, but never to the same effect. By that time I’d listened to it too many times, and somehow the familiarity with it and my own bedroom was enough to prevent further fantastical hallucinations in that direction. Now I understand how music can stir your mind and emotions to such a degree. I’m sure I shared this experience in some way or another with the Wednesday group. It’s one of the best methods I had to grasp at coveted popularity there. Stories like that work every time at church youth group.
