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9 July 1946 – 19 February 1980
I was just 15 years old when Bon Scott died. It devastated me. AC/DC was my favorite band, and let me confess a little something to you. I loved Bon. Yeah, I know how cheesy that sounds, but I did.
Talk about a match that never would have worked out in reality, that would have been it. But I loved him anyway. I had always been a good Catholic girl, but when I hit my teens, I started to go a little wild.
I wasn't wild with boys, contrary to popular rumors that I had eight abortions by the time I was fourteen. No, seriously, that was a rumor spreading around about me. I don't know how it started, because I was incredibly naïve about sex. I thought a blow job was blowing in someone's ear, and I wondered why the hell anyone would find that activity enjoyable.
I knew how babies were made, but I was scared to death of doing the act that made babies. I didn't want a baby, and I had heard that it hurt like hell to have sex the first time. (At this point I still believed that pain with sex for women was because of Eve and the original sin, and I hated the bitch for it. What I didn't admit was that I was also pissed off at God for being such a douchebag as to do this to women because of Eve being an asshole. Believe me, I was very indoctrinated.) Nonetheless, I did daydream about doing said act with Bon Scott, and I figured I was going to hell, but I liked him (and AC/DC's music) so much that I figured my immortal soul was a small price to pay.
When I found out that Bon had died, I walked through the little Peyton Place town that was home to me and my misery, feeling terribly lost. Nobody in that town understood me. My parents didn't understand me either. I felt like I was an alien who had been lost from another planet and ended up in this fucking miserable place. I was very bullied and very lonely, and I felt like I'd just lost the love of my life. Well, I had, though he didn't know he was.
Bon was known as a nice guy, even if he was a bit of a randy sort. I would dream about him sometimes. I like to think that maybe he felt a little sympathy for a silly, unhappy girl who had a huge crush on him. Maybe he wanted to show me that I had a friend after all. Who knows. The older I get, the less I know.
Though Brian Johnson is fabulous and I can't imagine anyone else filling Bon's shoes, there will never be another Bon Scott. He was one of those people that just can't be imitated. I think one reason Brian worked out so well is because he wasn't trying to imitate Bon. He was just trying to do the best damn job he could.
Brian believes that Bon came to him one night in spirit and stayed for about an hour, helping him finish the songs he was struggling to write. He has said that he doesn't like to talk about this much, because people think he's crazy when he tells this tale. I don't. But I am kinda crazy.
So today, if we'll have a moment of silence for...
Nah, that's not the way we do it in the Netherworld!
If we'll turn it up to 666 and drive down the Highway to Hell, that's the way to honor Bon Scott in a fitting way!
Ronald Belford Scott: Never imitated, never forgotten. Rock in peace!
I've been checking out what's coming up on Undead in the Netherworld. With Writing Sisters Tempest LeTrope and Rose LeMort creating most of the posts, the talent is there in spades, but things are pretty heavy handed. I thought I'd better bring a dose of fun to the mix so you don't use your entire box of Kleenex crying!
Thank you sooooo much to Writing Sister Aurora Hylton for doing all the reposts on the Singing and Sabotage series.
Wanda
Here are nine classic tunes from a classic rock class act, in honor of his 65th birthday. Happy birthday, Mr. Alice Cooper! Rock on for many more!
Love,
The Krew at KHEL 666 and Undead in the Netherworld
Hey Anime Fans! (I know there are a few among our group.) I just discovered this show called Rumbling Hearts. I know that probably some of you already knew about it but I haven't seen it before. I'm going to watch Season 1. Click here to join me!
No, I don't have popcorn, but I have a ham and cheese sandwich, a virgin Piña Colada smoothie, and a carrot cupcake for dessert.
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"What the hell? You still awake, Adam?"
Yes, I am! I have a long weekend!
So here I am, sharing a Celtic Woman playlist with you at 1:30 in the morning.
If you're reading this on the Undead in the Netherworld blog, you can choose Celtic Woman, or the great Creedence Clearwater Revival videos shared by the one and only Tempest LeTrope, Writing Sister Supreme, to accompany your reading of the intense story line we have going.
If you're seeing this on KHEL 666, you're probably just here to enjoy the music. So, what are you waiting for? Enjoy!
Here are some songs that I'm listening to while giving Rose's manuscript a going-over. You may find that they also go nicely with some of the forthcoming posts on the Undead in the Netherworld blog. Yeah, I cheated and read ahead! That's a dirty little admin privilege. ;-)
You will find that the admins of the KHEL 666 and Undead in the Netherworld blogs are an eclectic lot. We're like Colorado weather. If you don't like one post, just wait a few minutes, and one you like will surely come along!
I have Rose, Cie, and Lily's permission to speak about this issue, so I am not breaking a confidence. I am also keeping things fairly superficial while expressing my feelings on the matter.
Rose is a fine writer. Lily is also a fine writer. Neither of them are very conventional in their approach.
Lily stopped writing because of personal attacks after she released her book, Eternal Death, Lost Beneath the Surface.
Rose revised the manuscript, but she found the process of writing a book for publication absolutely onerous. She also came under attack by some of the same individuals. She has said that she will not write another book.
I think it is a very sad and discouraging thing that this world often causes people to give up large parts of what makes them who they are. People believe that if they don't conform to a certain standard of beauty--both physically and personality-wise--that they should hide away. They come to believe this because if they do not conform to such standards, they tend to undergo bullying.
Counter to what many think, bullying does not end with school. It continues every day in magazines which tell girls and women that if they aren't less than a size 6, they are fat and ugly. To a lesser degree, young men get the idea that if they don't have washboard abs, no one will ever want them. As a counselor, I often work with people dealing with the backlash from these unhealthy messages. Eating disorders are a very common problem.
Fat and ugly are not the same thing, by the way. Yes, there are larger people who are attractive. I've never thought of myself as particularly attractive, but my fiance, a fellow who stands five foot nine and weighs 145 pounds, finds my six foot two, 325 pound red-haired self attractive, love handles and all. Who am I to argue with him?
On the personality end, people are told that if they don't conform to the 2.5 kids, white picket fence, heterosexual family unit where Mom and Dad work nine to five at an office, there is something wrong with them. And woe betide anyone who may be living with a mental illness. Anyone with a mental illness is made to feel so fatally flawed as to believe that they are not allowed to find happiness.
Sensitive people in this society are targeted for bullying. This is what happened to both Rose and Lily, both of whom are highly sensitive women with a history of mental illness. When they tried to break out and express themselves, they were shot down.
Cie Cheesemeister is much the same. She edits the posts that others create and she creates some of the graphics. Once a very prolific blogger, she rarely interacts any more.
Admissibly, I'm only a sometime participant in this little venture, but I hope that in some small way my support will help my more talented friends realize that their voices are worth sharing.
Just had to get that off my chest.
Never take away a person's hope. It may be all they have to live for.
Peace,
Adam
Here is a playlist from one of my favorite classic rock bands, Credence Clearwater Revival. Too bad about the infighting, they made classic after classic!
What better way to enjoy reading the insane Netherworld chronicles than while listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival: Chronicle on KHEL 666?
Still has relevance today as there are still plenty of folks with star-spangled eyes ready to send other folks to war at the drop of a hat.
We hope you enjoyed the Bluegrass History yesterday. Now, here are a few songs for you to enjoy!
We of the KHEL 666 Krew love all kinds of music, and that certainly includes Bluegrass! Here's a little history.
Come with me and enjoy a playlist by one of the most versatile bands of our time: Seether.
Hi, I'm Spectra. Nerd, dork, geek, clairvoyant. Today I'll be doing a full sample reading for you, plus three card readings for anyone who dares ask for one.
Right now, I've just gotten home from working a night shift, so I'll do the readings later. In the mean time, here is some Final Fantasy and snarking. Enjoy!
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Hi, I'm Naila, and this is a Newfound Glory playlist. I hope you enjoy it!
I was a team member on the private Fanfic Mashup blog that we have. I'm trying to catch up over here. So far, it's really intense! Hopefully I will have something to contribute soon.
<3
Naila
