What Do You Daydream About?

Sometimes I daydream about the good times I had in the music business. It's a way of life that doesn't always include sexual promiscuity and drug addiction...but becoming family.

I'm ancient fossil and it's like mourning the passing of another lifetime. Throughout the fall and winter of 1978 and winter and spring of 1979 I lived with a band in this historical house made of stone in Media Pennsylvania. We were using western Pennsylvania as a springboard. We car pulled 6 nights a week to Pittsburgh and beyond.

We were a cover band that played regular Rock and Progressive Rock. Our vocalist was outstanding! She could sing Watcher Of The Skies beautifully. We performed in these so called Rock Clubs that were actually concert halls. We would arrive back to the band house at 3 or 4 am and she would light the fireplace , take out her acoustic and begin singing songs. We would all sit by the fire with her listening to her play and sing.
.sometimes singing along and life felt worth living.

The idea of being more like family is powerful and that's what saves you from the darkside of the music business. In the early 80s racism was just horrible and I don't know how to describe that vastness and I personally don't understand how anyone could have hatred for someone based on their race. I assume the bigotry revolves around conditioning children to be junior racists.

Nevertheless...I did everything in my power to protect my bandmates when they were threatened by the KKK while we were traveling the road. We were protected by a corporation which included having close ties with the Mob through the different managers. We had 4 different managers.

The corporation and I made an agreement that our band could go off on our own and play shows which fell between the theater bookings where we were a backing band for commercial celebrity entertainers. We had opened for Doc Severison (Johnny Carson show house band)...several times in theaters and sometimes concert halls. We were doing a gig on our own and we were threatened by bigots.

We received 3 encores. Our horn section was phenomenal and our vocalist was outstanding...but when the owner and his goons saw that they were Black..they refused to pay us and they threatened to physically harm us if we didn't leave. I ran over to the pay phone and called one of the managers in the corporation and explained the situation. He was in town and he showed up in a hot minute with two guys that were supposedly hitmen. They basically told the owner either pay the band now or we're going to kill you. The owner paid.

On the side of the stage sat Andrea. We rode the tour bus ..had laughs together and she was like a sister to me. She had her face covered with her hands...crying..and so I hugged her and told her not to worry and that she had our support. She looked at me and said..."No Johnny..you don't understand " "This happens all the time" "For the rest of my life people will always treat me badly because I am Black"

She kept crying and so I held her. She grabbed her bags and ran out to her car...took off...and I never saw her again. That was in 81' I was in my early 20s and naive . I was in shock because I couldn't understand the reasons behind the magnitude of the incident. I could never get used to it. That didn't make it okay for me. It was good that I turned away and moved in a different direction in music.



Edited by Jacob Schoolcraft - April 20 2024 at 17:56

The Dark Elf wrote: ... Never had a bad trip, truth to tell. And I will guarantee you, back in the day, if someone cut acid with strychnine where I lived he would be found floating face down in the Detroit River.

[/QUOTE] I find that the "occult" and the "supernatural" is so very suggestive-basically, it is dealing with a bunch of unknowns....and in an odd way, though it deals with unpleasant associations with the devil or what have you, it has a power over some people, and they get seduced by the occult and in turn manipulated with like you say-sadistic, mentally challenged people-I don't really believe in the devil, myself-but have met people like the devil on planet earth....Charles Manson and his "Family" were another bad bunch, and Manson would use lsd to control and manipulate his followers sometimes....[/QUOTE]

Yes very true!! Growing up in that environment is something I resent to a degree. It was like being subjected to people most of the time that were either lost or just had a back in the woods mentality. It's just garbage and I just needed a change of scenery. The hamsters started getting to me.

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Yes..it was strange indeed. The experience itself was unusual. The problem for SRA victims is the doubt people have regarding their stories...although some SRA victims are full of sh*t and trying to make a profit and of course that doesn't help either.

Wikipedia states that there has never been any real evidence to prove that SRA exists. That's ridiculous. It's existed for years and back in my time it wasn't even called SRA. Consequently a lot of ritual abuse derives from practices in Black Magic. People are so blind. People worshipped Satan centuries ago. Maybe it wasn't modernized as it were during the hippy dippy trippy zippy era...

I don't even believe in the supernatural. I find criminology more interesting. Because that's what it is. Sadistic people that sacrifice humans and animals. They are mentally challenged. It differs in certain ways from what Jeffrey Dahmer would do...but actually has similarities and the idea that demons exist is nonsense to me. Is there any reason to believe that they exist?

These are just people dressing up in cloaks and masks and getting off on torturing . They were delusional. They used to have a metal box with Egyptian hieroglyphics carved on the outside. On the inside were hallways that led through a maze. They would open the door of the box and place an animal inside. Then they would slam the door piercing the animal with sharp nails that were located on the inside of the door. Like a miniature iron maiden.

This sounds like a Hollywood movie to people. In my day it was real. The crimes were real. To me there are no demons. There is no Satan and its just mentally challenged people who were potential rapist at a young age or they pursued the left hand path because Mommy didn't give them enough attention when they were young. Maybe she didn't breast feed them and they hated the world for it 🤷

Jacob Schoolcraft wrote: [/QUOTE] LSD is b

LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made.[/QUOTE]

Interesting!!! Smart move. Another tragic experience ...The Menantico Cult. They were into this kind of dualism. According to a recent article they followed a manichean belief. In the early 70s it wasn't difficult to run across them and while camping at Menantico it was hard not to notice. People began disappearing, children were molested and they put fear there. People I knew in the early 70s who were programmed by this cult ended up in a mental hospital. I am certain that they took LSD . I believe the drugs combined with the programming is precisely what sent them off to bye bye land.

This cult was dominated by sadistic bravado types who from the very beginning...should have been incarcerated so that they couldn't hurt innocent people. People who are not delusional. People that don't trust their life to some ritual in a book. People who were camping and enjoying nature. Enjoying themselves. [/QUOTE]

Atavachron wrote: ^ Just to note: you can't actually drop acid and play an ax with any competence, it is quite almost literally impossible.   I think that's why Hendrix put it under his headband... slow release.

Yes but after having a bad trip. That's when you don't remember how to play and definitely cannot. That's sad.

Once you see somebody really talented disintegrate from LSD that's enough to convince you that it's a gamble. At age 18 I knew some amazing guitar players who took LSD and just never got that talent back. It never came back. They sucked. They had no endurance..no more perfect balance and coordination between their fingering hand and picking hand. LSD took all those years of development away.

But yet..some people are not affected by it. Sorry no sale. You end up risking your goals. ..your future goals and you don't have the answer. You don't know what kind of a person you are and you're going to risk taking LSD knowing the possibilities of it turning out really bad. Why is it held in the highest regard? It's inconsistencies warns us. An ideal candidate for psychiatric treatment

[/QUOTE] LSD is bad news; I tried it 13 times.....the worst thing ever made....I have been over 40 years completely free of all street drugs....about 30 years away from alcohol....and those latter decisions to put it all behind me are the best decisions I ever made.[/QUOTE]

Interesting!!! Smart move. Another tragic experience ...The Menantico Cult. They were into this kind of dualism. According to a recent article they followed a manichean belief. In the early 70s it wasn't difficult to run across them and while camping at Menantico it was hard not to notice. People began disappearing, children were molested and they put fear there. People I knew in the early 70s who were programmed by this cult ended up in a mental hospital. I am certain that they took LSD . I believe the drugs combined with the programming is precisely what sent them off to bye bye land.

This cult was dominated by sadistic bravado types who from the very beginning...should have been incarcerated so that they couldn't hurt innocent people. People who are not delusional. People that don't trust their life to some ritual in a book. People who were camping and enjoying nature. Enjoying themselves.