Post by delysid on Oct 16, 2014 14:29:38 GMT -5
He was a PID fan and was onto a new strand.
As we now know this involved his innovation of writing songs based upon backward transcription of Beatles songs.
A talented video editor (with or without a team) by day and a talented musician (with or without a band and producer) by night, he went on to play the usual Truther game of 'connect the dots' alongside the usual PID game of 'Let's Pretend' and, fashioning a connection between Crowley's backward-audio fixation via wordplay association between his 'Winged Beetle' and Macca, went on to assemble a lot of clips from official and hard-to-get bootleg sources (that won't generally be flagged up as such by collectors who have no time for PID) along with falsified audio in an acclaimed audio visual presentation 'Winged Beetle' given away free and used to launch his album 'The Right Album' which he did by revealing a further extraordinary talent for marketing (with or without a team) to an established audience prepared to believe that the stork really DOES deliver babies (it's the ELITE who have covered this up)
Whether or not his real name is about the interwebs (who could know except his mama?), he's the guy who appeared in 'Billy Martin and Me', reaching a new plateau of self-destruction, having failed to stop his ego-gratification as 'author requiring credit', thereby threatening the substantial legend he had built (occult legends shouldn't put really their pic on their own Facebook pages..it ruins 'enigma'.
He's been rather deserted by his fans of late by virtue of having given the game away (not too early, just inevitably given that he needs to shift product)
So, among the faithful, it's back to 'Let's pretend he didn't' which along with the traditional cultural right wing's 'Let's mash it all up with Lyndon Larouche and blame everything on the jews...erm..I mean 'British'..AGAIN', means that American traditional values are now represented by a broad phalanx of the 'Christian CIA Petroleum Committee for the annihilation of all non-whites', an organisation whose Scientology has yet to be appreciated.
Still held in high esteem as a creative individual (certainly by me), it's nevertheless a period of no possible further consolidation of success while he remains on the stage, now that the lights are actually off, the audience on the 'magickal' bus home and the cleaners hard at work with their brushes.
Did I leave anything out? Didn't think so.