“The so-called 'Left-Hand Path' - that of Kaulas, Siddhas and Viras - combines the... Tantric worldview with a doctrine of the Übermensch which would put Nietzsche to shame... The Vira - which is to say: the 'heroic' man of Tantrism - seeks to sever all bonds, to overcome all duality between good and evil, honor and shame, virtue and guilt. Tantrism is the supreme path of the absolute absence of law - of shvecchacarī, a word meaning 'he whose law is his own will'." ― Julius Evola, The Path of Cinnabar.

“It is necessary to have “watchers” at hand who will bear witness to the values of Tradition in ever more uncompromising and firm ways, as the anti-traditional forces grow in strength. Even though these values cannot be achieved, it does not mean that they amount to mere “ideas.” These are measures…. Let people of our time talk about these things with condescension as if they were anachronistic and anti-historical; we know that this is an alibi for their defeat. Let us leave modern men to their “truths” and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.” ― Julius Evola, Revolt Against the Modern World: Politics, Religion, and Social Order in the Kali Yuga.

“We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who died at his post during the eruption of Vesuvius because someone forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one that can not be taken from a man.” ― Oswald Spengler, Man and Technics: A Contribution to a Philosophy of Life.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

DETROIT ROCK CITY - THE REAL STORY

I was scrounging around my old myspace blog and found this. Forgot I even wrote it! Reposted for the sake of nostalgia:
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TRUE STORY:BATTLE CREEK, MICHIGAN - FALL 1978
I was 13. My best friends Jim and Ritchie were 17 and 16. Jim's girlfriend Trish was 18. I was big for my age, everyone always thought I was older than I was, so when I was 13 most people thought I was 17 or 18. I met Jim and Ritchie attending W.K. Kellogg Jr. High School because they were held back. We were all juvenile delinquents and rowdy. Jim was heavily into kickboxing and fighting. Ritchie was heavily into stealing anything not bolted to concrete. Trish was heavily into getting fucked and instigating fistfights.

That night we were going to see BLACK SABBATH at Cobo Hall in Detroit.

We had scraped together enough money for tickets (beforehand) and beer. Jim's dad was going to be out drinking with his friends so Jim stole his car keys and we took the car. I remember it was FREEZING COLD.

We got there without a hitch.

The opening band was the THEN UNHEARD OF "Van Halen." Their first LP had not been released in the Midwest yet and most people at the show had NO idea who they were. I remember us wondering "Who the fuck is this SHITTY SURFER BAND?" David Lee Roth mimicked Ozzy Osbourne's stage gestures and Eddie VanHalen actually copied Tony Iommi riffs in his solos - I guess they were already experiencing the shock of 70's Black Sabbath audiences and were trying to adopt protective coloring. I remember them being BOOED and PELTED with cups of ice!

BLACK SABBATH was excellent. Little did I know it would be the last tour with the original lineup - the tour coincided with the NEVER SAY DIE lp. They were among the loudest bands I've ever seen live. My ears were ringing for four days afterward.

We got back to Battle Creek LATE and parted ways.

The next day I stopped by Jim's apartment. His Uncle was there, pissed off, and told me "Get the FUCK out of here, and don't come back!!!"

Apparently after he got back that night, Jim got into a huge fight with his dad that devolved into a full blown fistfight. Jim kicked his dad in the chest several times, crushing his sternum. His dad was on a respirator in intensive care. Jim was on a bus back to his mother in Redondo Beach.

Later I found out after we parted ways following the concert, Ritchie burglarized a house and was caught in the act. He was arrested and shipped to juvenile detention.

In that same week Trish was killed in a car accident with another friend.

A few months later my family moved to Florida - I never saw any of them again after that concert!

Life is interesting.

JDS

Ps. YEARS later a girl I was dating made me sit through the DVD of "Detroit Rock City", which was mildly amusing. I told her it was kind of like my story but with its balls cut off.

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