fictions : tribulations’s Marilyn Manson !
4 sept 2014 par vincent
BENEDICTION OF THE DAMNED
Marilyn and Anne Rice are in Paris. Anne is looking for inspiration for a new religious novel based on the Archangels. Marilyn takes her to the sumptuous Père Lachaise cemetery. There she lets the Goth Rock Artist guide her. “The spiritual connection with God and His Kingdom is very palpable in this place. This cemetery seems to be not only a sanctuary of immortality for the souls that cross and parade through here but also a sanctuary of immortality of Christianity. There are more crucifixes and esoteric symbols here than in all the Republican’s churches. In this sense we can say that this is the cathedral of the damned. Goths and Vampires confess to Saint Michael the Archangel. A great contrast with my enflamed tours in which the young are overexcited and on acid. The Archangel Michael is at the front of hell, completely high with the frenzy of my concerts, the Apocalypse brushes past his wings. The cops sent by my label are hyper and arrest numerous religious fanatics who protest against my Art with reforming, exorcist slogans. Certain fundamentalists squirt holy water in my face. Bad luck for them, because all the snipers are rotting in jail. I’ve insisted on adding in my contract with the police that they broadcast my discs Antichrist Superstar, Holy Wood and Born Villain full blast and non-stop in the cells of the arrested snipers. Death metal Biblical Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon.” says Marilyn to Anne.
Marilyn shows her the archaic crucifixes, the ancestral tombs. “Too bad there are no meetings between the Vampire Lestat and the Archangel in this new book. The contrast between the death metal Goth and the esotericism from heaven would have been way cool. You’d really give a lesson to those stupid pseudo writers that flood the literature with their clichés and seedy, even preformatted, crime novels. The literary industry would undergo the death metal Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon if all our respective fans flooded the bookshops to buy this Christian Goth book. Depression and paranoia on the part of the cashiers in front of such a commercial influx of your book, the frantic rhythm of the printing of the bills would short-circuit the electric tiller machines, followed by lay-offs of the salespeople. Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon for this blessing from the Dracula ghetto” he says “That reminds me of the readers’ craze about my Vampire Chronicles as well as of the opulence of my Halloween Ball. God, it seems both so far away and so close!” says Anne to Marilyn.
The 2 Artists walk by two tombs that are very representative of Christianity. There is the one with the Angels with spread wings and the one of Christ healing a paralytic. “These are my favorite tombs in the cemetery; they are fascinating. Here I forget all the fundamentalists’ death threats, the slander from the media, the canceled concerts because some fundamentalists had placed bombs under the stage where I had to sing and guide the service from hell in front of the legions of Goth fans. Many Christians have tracked me and attacked me with holy water, probably in order to satisfy some exorcist orgasms. When I recorded the theme song for a show about witches, I believe the Texas Republicans must have shot at their TVs with their Winchesters, signed by Charlton Heston during the NRA conventions, while reciting reforming rosaries. Then they go ejaculate in rhythm with the Sunday service in conservative churches, with confederate flags that have been pressure-cleaned with this unlikely liquid. But it’s me, the injurious Antichrist who blasphemes by wiping myself with the American flag before burning it on stage. You need a PhD to get out of this torched abuse, no need to understand me and organize prevention tours in all the world’s churches and give the old people the fantasy of imagining my inquisition on the stakes for being a heretic. Luckily, I have many Goth friends in communion with death metal during my sulfurous tours from hell in which I preach – like a preacher of the Apocalypse – and praise the Dracula ghetto, under the inflamed guitars in this mass for the damned. There’s got to be some similarities between me and your rock star vampire character Lestat.” Confesses Marilyn observing attentively both statues. “The provocative rebellion that I have expressed towards God in my Vampire Chronicles come from the grief of losing my daughter, who died very young. I’ve accused God of having ignored my prayers and having taken my daughter. I was so mad at him that I transferred my feeling of despising God to my vampires to express my sorrow as a mother. But as time went by, I refound my Christian Faith and I wrote a whole collection on Christ. It was a form of reconciliation and esoteric joy.” confesses Anne to Marilyn also observing the two statues attentively.
Marilyn and Anne are sitting on a bench in the cemetery. She takes notes and writes some passages for her new book, after getting inspiration from this visit to the Père Lachaise with Marilyn. Anne stylizes her Archangel in the image of Marilyn, who then reads, fascinated, the work by the writer through his Gothic eye lens. “Death metal Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon. This marks your return to Gothic literature. I believe it’ll be a bit painful for the university deans’ sensitive ears to hear Mobscene or 1996 full blast and non-stop in the libraries, but I’m very flattered by this honor.” Says Marilyn. Some tourists walk past them and look at the 2 Artists. Marilyn smiles at them making the rapper sign with his Gothic rings of chromed skulls and exposing the vastness of his tenebrous tattoos. “Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, the Queen of Vampires and the Antichrist Superstar wish you a very pleasing visit of this magnificent ancient cemetery,” he says. “But I pray, do not bother the archbishop of Paris, who is probably hearing some bank CEOs confession – flooded with widely used stock options – who suddenly dread going to hell, because they never donated anything to Unicef while they deny sexually harassing their female assistants and firing the employees who experience precariousness. It’s like a corporate Host, so please let the archbishop absolve these bling-bling Mafiosi, it’s a big job! And don’t go looking for Russian tourists – already involved in political conflicts and civil wars at home – otherwise they will gas me again with holy water, and I already had enough during my last tour there. Plus, the cemetery is full of crucifixes and I don’t levitate with green acid frothing from my mouth, so no Vatican-sent exorcists, please! Anne and I don’t want to miss the evening service at church, I need to learn some Gregorian Chants for a live performance in Rome on St Peter Square, all broadcast by Fox News. There will be guests for the concert. Madonna is excited about performing there and titillating the strict cardinals with their reforming chastity. Dracula ghetto from hell, dear visitors.” Says Marilyn.
Marilyn and Anne attend a service at a Parisian church. The congregation whisper among themselves, which amuses the 2 Artists. “Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, » says Marilyn staring at them through his Gothic eye lens, « light a candle for the motherfucking damned in prayer here tonight, that will give some return on the gold-jeweled, bling-bling Vaticanist Mafiosi. Forget right away to use your gas bombs and tazers – stolen from the cops, who by the way have given me a bill so you can reimburse them. It wouldn’t very nice of you to fuck up the service because of your fundamentalist conditioning. Bad publicity for the city of lights worldwide; terrible economic recession for the travel agencies. I went through my religious education at the Christian Heritage School, hence the concept of my disc Antichrist Superstar, where there’s smoke there‘s fire. This fundamentalist Christian school spiritually crucified me. It is my face the Orthodox target with holy water at high pressure. My marketing campaign about exorcism during my tours goes back to 1997. Try to find more creative ideas than those idiotic actions.” Marilyn addresses the organist. “Ok, bring on the Christian sound and enflame the service with the death metal Arma-goddadmn-motherfucking-geddon. Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, Dracula ghetto for my mother.” He signs himself exposing his tenebrous rings and tattoos. Anne writes down notes for her book, fascinated, before listening conscientiously to the service with Marilyn.
Marilyn is in Lourdes with his friend Jonathan Davis to write a new death metal Christian disc. Marilyn and Jonathan are sitting in front of the Holy Grotto, they attentively observe the service. Jonathan looks at the mass of pilgrims come in exodus hoping for a miracle while Marilyn stares at the parade of blessings through his Gothic eye lens. Jonathan listens to the canticles and gets inspired to write the lyrics and also compose the music between enflamed guitars and drums and violins with a religious heart. “It’s amazing what sources of inspiration these canticles are. When I think about the fact that I have provoked masses of excited humans in many a concert and festival where all these assholes were jerking off in their motherfucking faces, here it is me who feels a big slap in the face by Faith and Redemption, symbolized in the mother of God. In this moment I capture the force of Pardon and the compassion of the Holy Virgin. She is more fascinating than all those fools on drugs that come to our concerts. Fucking media industry that turns us into prostitutes. They make me wanna puke! » He says. One annoyed conservative person from the congregation shushes at him. Jonathan reacts immediately. “Yeah, sure, motherfucker, I can talk to my friend here, right? We do a lot of indecent tours, him and me. I can’t complain about my career, because I’ve been arrested by the cops and I am sought out by many Artists. I am a catalyst Rocker. » He says, Marilyn smiles. ”The cops have arrested me SIX times. They’ve resigned from the police because they were disgusted as the judges were kind to me. Between the hundreds of death threats that torment my manager and the preachers who chant inquisition at my concerts, to pay 2000 dollars to avoid jail and my father’s paranoia when I get on stage while there probably is a sniper hidden somewhere to shoot me down in the middle of a concert… and I’m not forgetting the Orthodox who want to squirt holy water at high pressure to sanctify Russia, which is already in ruins because of the Ukrainians bombs, Alleluia motherfuckers. » Says Marilyn, then he watches the blessings and concentrates on writing his lyrics while Jonathan is fascinated by the preaching and esoteric lectures of the priest.
Marilyn and Jonathan continue writing their respective lyrics at each service at the church in Lourdes. Despite the strong spirituality of this holy town, some pilgrims accuse the 2 Artists of soiling the site. Marilyn and Jonathan go back to attend the service at the Holy Grotto and continue writing their lyrics. The 2 Artists listen bored to the long ecclesiastic monologue of the priest for 30 minutes. “Give your motherfucking blessings, for God’s sake. We all know that Saint Michael the Archangel brought on the esoteric Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon to the fucking outcast from Heaven. He Biblically remixed the Apocalypse in the death metal style. By the way, Jonathan and I are great fans of him. His accomplishments inspired us a lot in our respective discs. So, go on, straight to the Blessings, the tourists are on a very tight motherfucking schedule. Don’t forget that the pilgrims have come to commune with the Holy Virgin Mary and not to listen to all that idealistic reforming crap from a guy who wants to lobotomize Christians with Vaticanist slogans. Neither one of us feels superior yet I have enflamed many a young man impregnated with beer in gigantic festivals. I even have artistically speaking destroyed a bunch of fucking rappers with enflamed freestyles, the PA systems from those places have been fucked up ever since.” Screams Marilyn at the priest who continues his preaching in vain. Some people of the congregation manifest their annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, I can tell you have no idea what impulsive reactions American bling-bling rappers can have; and yet, some are friends of mine. They get high on marihuana and your Hosts will not calm down their fiery temperaments. Only a gun would do that.” Says Jonathan. Marilyn applauds and makes a rapper symbol with his tenebrous rings and tattoos. “Dracula ghetto from hell represent, you have preached the word, Jonathan. In my case, it’s the Evangelist fundamentalists that ejaculate in rhythm with the Sunday service fantasizing about my possible inquisition in the remixed Salem and death metal Arma-goddam-mlotherfucking-geddon style. They would just skip the trial for heresy and burn me directly. Their service seems like a porn film, as soon as the priests hold up a photo of me with exorcist slogans, the congregation have torrid orgasms while reciting Our Father. But oh well, that doesn’t really go against my promotional campaign and marketing my discs and the cops leave me alone now after 6 arrests.” Says Marilyn.
The priest resumes the service while the 2 Artists concentrate on writing their lyrics; the congregation chants the canticles between each prayer. Marilyn observes with his Gothic eye lens pensively, keeping their rhythm. This inspires him greatly and he writes his score fully in synch with the religious chanting. Then the priest invites Marilyn to read a passage from the Gospel to the pilgrims. Marilyn takes the mic and screams like he does in his past sulfurous concerts. “Lourdes, raise the fucking candles for the Virgin Mary and make some goddamn motherfucking noise! And don’t call the local cops or the exorcists or else you’ll fuck up this death metal communion.” Jonathan joins him, grabs his ringed hand and the mic before executing a death metal freestyle, then Marilyn takes the mic back. “That’s it, Jonathan, Dracula ghetto from hell, gives me the Biblical Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon for the Holy Redemption.” Jonathan takes the mic in turn and spreads his Artistic Rocker’s wings. The audience is a bit surprised but they stay and listen – including the priest – with great interest. Jonathan ends his performance while Marilyn signs the audience exposing his tenebrous rings and tattoos before getting back the mic. “Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, praise the holy Virgin Mary,” he says with a voice from the grave. “Amen!” replies the audience. Then Marilyn reads the passage from the Gospel. At the end of the day, the 2 Artists re-read their new lyrics and approve them all when some young people approach them to congratulate them on their intervention at the Grotto service. “Dracula ghetto represents!” says Marilyn to them making a rapper’s sign with his Gothic rings.
Marilyn and Jonathan record their respective songs in the studio. Marilyn has invited Anne to write her new book in a room by the recording studio during the making of the disc. Anne listens to them sing during her breaks. She is fascinated by the death metal energy they deploy. During their breaks, the 2 Rockers listen fascinated to Anne read from each new chapter. “If you are snubbed by The Times and The Herald Tribune, it’ll be a pleasure for me to set fire to the editors and I’ll write a sulfurous commercial single about the shortcomings of literary journalists, the title would be Stupid Media Rookies. And there would be a video clip – live on MTV – broadcast on a giant screen on Times Square” says Marilyn amusing Anne. “I’m all for featuring, Christians, Goths and my network of rappers tracking them until they become paranoid. They will haunt the bars, drunk as a skunk, and they will never again be admitted to the VIP clubs. That could cost them dearly if they dare to massacre you because your new book is profound and similar to your Vampire Chronicles” adds Jonathan.
While Marilyn and Jonathan record their lyrics, Anne writes a song for each Artist. The texts she has written for Marilyn intensely reflect his universe and the one for Jonathan reflects his. Anne gives them each the lyrics of the two songs. They are very flattered and thank her with great affection. “That way, you can think about me during your enflamed tours when you sing my religious and vampirian references in front of your fans,” she says to them, moved. Together, they immortalize a shared experience.
DRACULA GHETTO DUET
Marilyn and Mitch are in Orléans – invited by Paul to his seminary. The 2 Artists attend the rehearsals for Paul’s choir for the evening service. Marilyn tells Paul that he wishes to write the lyrics and sing on a new Christian Goth death metal disc together with Mitch so he asks Paul to collaborate, with his guitar, in the recording studio. Paul is all for it and asks them to participate in the service.
In church, during service, there is absolute silence. Paul gives a cue to the 2 Artists – already prepared – to intervene. “Dear congregation of Orleans,” begins Marilyn making a rap gesture with his ringed hand and his tenebrous tattoos. “Take out your rosaries and participate in the Christian death metal Angelus with the choir from the Seminary. But I pray, do not try to tear gas us and exorcise us with your reforming Bibles and crucifixes purified with water from Lourdes. We’re not witches from Salem, so forget about organizing a medieval inquisition to burn us in front of the centuries-old cathedral in order to jerk off over the ecclesiastic penitence while reciting Our Father remixed by fundamentalist teeny-boppers who think they are doing positive Christian Rock n’ Roll. That would be plausible if they’d stop burning my albums at the record shops while singing death to the devil as they do in some of their video clips, using pop music that ranges between the theme song of the Smurfs and Justin Timberlake. The cops know we’re here so no need to clog up the 911 line, otherwise the switchboard operators will shoot themselves while on the job and others will be screwing while answering the suicide assistance lines. Shame on you!” The congregation is speechless. “Exactly, Reverend. Such carnage would be a fucking zombie Apocalypse. You’d fuck up this Sanctified place of prayers, guys. » continues Mitch. Marilyn smiles and blesses the congregation with his ringed hand looking through his Gothic eye lens. “What a nice example of communion in the house of God. Just come with your high-tech cameras to film this enflamed remake of Columbine and then you can jerk off collectively in the church of nostalgia for witch hunts. All in rhythm with the ecclesiastic Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon” says Marilyn.
Mitch grabs a religious book from Paul’s hands, who shows him the passage he needs to read. “Reading of a redeeming prayer: don’t be afraid of the devil,” says Mitch, suddenly interrupted by Marilyn raising his tattooed arms. “Don’t blaspheme, Mitch, don’t blaspheme or else we’re going to have the exorcists after us,” he says. Mitch reads while the congregation, a bit under shock, tries to pray. During the general moment of meditation, Paul gives the 2 Artists the charismatic texts and asks Marilyn to announce the songs. Marilyn watches the congregation through his Gothic eye lens exposing his tenebrous rings and tattoos. “Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, prayers from hell,” he says followed immediately by the enflamed rhythm coming from Paul’s guitar. Mitch sings his songs as enthusiastically as if he were performing for a great festival. “Pray, pray, pray Jesus, » he says. Then Marilyn spreads his death metal Gothic wings followed by Paul’s fired up guitar. The congregation watches the service flabbergasted. “Orleans, make some goddamn motherfucking noise for Archangels inside this church,” yells Marilyn to the confused and dumbfounded crowd. Some start reciting a Hail Mary grabbing their rosaries tightly.
It is in the Parisian cemetery Père Lachaise that the 2 Artists write their death metal religious lyrics for their new album. Marilyn is fascinated by the mystic beauty of the place. They contemplate the ancient architecture full of spirituality. Marilyn is very inspired by the Gothic crucifixes and the Christian stained glass windows that have crossed the centuries; then he look attentively at the Victorian graves. The 2 Artists come across a few tourists that start shooting at them with their high-tech cameras. Marilyn smiles. “Yeah, sure, get your Kodak cameras out shoot us and then go harass the press so they buy your snapshots. Our faces will earn you some money for some lucrative holidays, you assholes. As many whores and as much coke as you can, great holiday souvenirs. Rather cool for the reforming Vaticanist exorcists. That way they can brandish their Bibles and crucifixes while reciting their fundamentalist Marian gospel to their local news-dealers – totally dazed – so they can make a fortune by selling their articles about our Art. With your shots of Mitch and me at the Père Lachaise, the fundamentalists will harass all the press conferences with all the transcendent evangelical sermons. Don’t forget about these photos, or else our marketing is fucked and then our labels could bill us extra for the publicity of our discs. I want my label to keep paying the fees of the security agents who ensure my security during my enflamed tours from hell. I will write the Arma-goddam-motherfucking-geddon in our new Gothic Christian disc from the Dracula ghetto, especially for you, in this age-old esoteric cemetery. Resurrection of the death metal vampires coming soon to your record shop” he says. « Alleluia, Reverend, fucking Dracula ghetto from hell, man!” says Mitch and grabs Marilyn’s ringed hand. The 2 Artists stand side by side and pose for the tourists exposing their tattooed arms. Marilyn shows off his rings with chromed skulls, his Gothic eye lens, and his sulfurous tattoos. “Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon from hell! Between my tenebrous Renaissance tattoos and my bling-bling rings, your shots will make it big. The Goths will come en masse during the signing sessions with these tourist snapshots. I hope your Kodaks are still in good shape. The whole reputation of the Dracula ghetto depends on them, okay? » He says. The tourists continue taking pictures of the 2 Artists inside the Père Lachaise cemetery decor.
During their walk, Marilyn is fascinated by all the religious statues. First Jesus Christ with arms stretched out in a cross, then the Virgin Mary and especially the one of an Archangel with spread wings. Marilyn approaches the Archangel and gets inspiration from these Christian icons, and then he is captivated by the detailed stained-glass. Marilyn and Mitch sit down and write their respective lyrics. During the writing session, Marilyn looks at the cemetery’s architecture, meditates upon the Faith present at the core of the silence and observes the tourists parading by. While they are writing their texts, two fans come by to greet the 2 Artists in full creative process. “Dracula ghetto represent!” says Marilyn. “This is a great place for Artists like us. We’re trying to create a Biblical rising of the damned with our lyrics for a new death metal Gothic disc. Just to esoterically enflame the cemeteries in the Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon style from hell. The Archangels, the vampires and Christ are present in the themes of our songs remixed with the hunting cries we get from our conservative politicians. This time I don’t feel like letting down all those fundamentalists that go to church each Sunday to pray for me to get blown away on stage by one of their snipers. Unfortunately for them, I’m still around. Their prayers must not have been heard, although there are no candles left in church. That’s why I write discs with enflamed guitars, to create the Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon of the Dracula ghetto in churches, cemeteries and sulfurous festivals. There, the conservative journalists – puritans to the core – will break into and burn down the anarchistic TV studios yelling, that the end of the world is here. Resurection of the Riders of the Apocalypse!” Marilyn smiles and shakes the fans’ hands into his ringed hand. Marilyn and Mitch re-read attentively their lyrics and refocus on writing their common disc inside the Père Lachaise cemetery.
After several months, the disc is for sale all around the world. The 2 Artists are in Orleans to promote their album. Marilyn shows Paul the reports on MTV, and both are really absorbed. Paul is euphoric and grabs Marilyn’s ringed hand. “Dracula ghetto in movement, my son!” says Marilyn smiling. Suddenly they hear loud chanting outside the church. A crowd of fundamentalists has come to attack the work of the 2 Rock Artists. Marilyn leaves the church, his tattooed arms crossed, stares at the fundamentalists through his Gothic eye lens. Stoically he recites out loud Our Father, which calms down the fundamentalists’ vicious ardor; the crowd is completely dazed. Marilyn crosses himself showing off his representative rings and grabs the mic from the protest leader. “Tonight, free Christian Gothic death metal concert. We are going to enflame the church’s PA system with our new disc from hell. The Dracula ghetto is in place; the Damned have Resuscitated. No tear gas grenades sanctified in Lourdes for smoking up the church will be allowed. Nor are your reforming Vatican’s exorcists trained to fuck up our concert », he says. He sticks the mic to his lips and with a voice from the grave he continues: “Outcasts! Go jerk off on your dogmatic theses at your homes with medieval graphics from Jean d’Arc at the stake!” He makes the sign of the cross over the fundamentalists exposing his tenebrous rings and tattoos before singing go to Hell for Heaven’s Sake by the band Bring me to the Horizon. “Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon from hell!” He screams throwing the mic to the reforming crowed, who is in shock.
During the evening service, between two songs, Marilyn brandishes the disc towards the congregation. “Ladies and motherfucking gentlemen, make some noise for the damned with our new record. Christianity and Père Lachaise represent. Dracula ghetto rise from hell!” he screams. “Alleluia Reverend, let’s bring on the Christian Goth death metal sound and enflame the church via Orleans’s PA system,” adds Mitch followed by Paul igniting his guitar. The 2 Artists give a performance whose secret only they know. The congregation seems perplexed but some of them respond by moving their heads in rhythm with the music which they are discovering.
FEATURES
Brother Emmanuel prepares for Easter several months ahead of time. He contacts Joey to write a religious death metal disc, to reach the widest amount of people during this week of Christ’s forgiveness. Joey accepts without hesitation and meets Brother Emmanuel in his Des Moines home. Together they spend two weeks writing the lyrics and composing the music. Joey uses all his contacts so that the songs are interpreted by different Rock Artists and a rapper, in order to deploy Christ’s message through his common work. Marilyn, Eminem, Ozzy, Mitch Lucker and Amy Lee have all accepted to collaborate on this specific project.
The first day of recording, Marilyn meets the 2 Artists in the studio. Marilyn reads his texts. “Dracula ghetto from hell! With this disc, you are going to burn the foundations of the conservative fundamentalists’ idealistic, dogmatic assumptions. Enflamed death metal Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon whenever they want to find an excuse to blame us with their sectarian rage at church on Sunday. The service will be fucked and that’s also going to mess up their plans for kidnapping us sadistically with their gas tear grenades, in order to lynch us and have an Inquisition-style remake in the old Salem style remixed with Republican country music in the Texas style. Fucking aborted fundamentalist ejaculations! We are going to shoot dead the traditional yearly witch hunt, the lobotomized cops will burn down the malls themselves by stigmatizing the buyers of our Art fleeing the record shops after having paid for a copy of this album banned in Southerners’ sermons, fascinated by the charisma of the NRA weapons on Sunday mass. I hope our album will inspire Pope Francis’s texts for Christmas and that he will play the disc on his hi-fi, just to make certain retro eminences talk, all worn down by the recurrent esoteric marketing vendetta in the Roman seminaries. There, the traditional choirboys may be fired and replaced by the high tech sound of the PA system of Saint Peter Basilica broadcasting the death metal hymns from our Christian Goth repertory from hell for the Easter prayers. Even the cops’ switchboard, saturated with reforming complaints by enraged priests against the relentless commercial campaign of this disc on MTV, will use our songs with our Gothic voices for music on hold. Dracula ghetto inquisitorial Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon, we are going to track them down spiritually in remixed Salem style for our enflamed gospel from hell, the damned will burn down the bling-bling Vaticanist industry.” says Marilyn, amused.
Joey gets him to listen to his composition. Marilyn is attentive and drinks some absinth to get himself in right mood. Then he goes behind the mic. “Ok, bring on that Christian Goth sound, Joey, and let’s break out hell in homage to the legion of Saint Michael the Archangel in heaven. We are the entertainers, with our enflamed guitars of the Dracula ghetto, ready to remix the death metal Arma-goddamn-motherfucking-geddon for our ecclesiastic contribution. The service is commercialized in the conservative churches; the Baptists snipers will steal the whole supply of 9mm and bling-bling assault rifles at K-mart. Even the reforming exorcists will haunt our archaic religious cemeteries, tracking down the Goths who come for shelter and who get tear gassed and beaten with giant steel crucifixes. Dracula ghetto from hell, we debark like the Riders of the Apocalypse to give you an esoteric jerk. Make some goddamn motherfucking noise for the damned” says Marilyn. He spreads his Artistic wings with grace. Joey gives directions to Marilyn, who is very attentive and involved. Marilyn focuses again on his lyrics; he exposes the strength of his Gothic voice from hell by yelling certain parts of the religious texts and by accentuating some sentences with his voice from the grave. Brother Emmanuel is under the charm; Joey, satisfied, grabs Marilyn’s ringed hand, who has come around to listen to the result.
The next morning, Eminem arrives at the studio and gives Joey and Brother Emmanuel a hand check. Eminem reads his lyrics; he adds his personal touch in order to capture the Christian message of the album. Joey has him listen to the composition, Eminem is very attentive. “Ayo, I’m gonna preach so fast I’m gonna make all pacemakers burn during the liturgy. Fucking hecatombs in church under the rhythm of your frenzied guitar and drums. Death metal rap to stylize hi-fis from the funeral homes after Easter. The fucking traditional Guards will be standing at attention to salute the Archangels of the Apocalypse, guided by Saint Michel the Archangel under the hymn of our ecclesiastic repertory. Amen” says Eminem before his recording sessions. Totally invested in the task, he sings with great conviction deploying all his talent as a rapper, and then he listens to the result. Eminem, talking with Joey, offers to perform a freestyle on a specific composition. The idea is accepted. Eminem gets behind the mic. “Come on Joey, open fire to enflame these holy prayers » he says. Joey plays the music; Eminem gets inspired very quickly and gets into the rhythm before releasing the whole extent of his frenzied, religious vocabulary, totally into it. After six and a half minutes of freestyle under the enflamed rhythm of Joey, Eminem concludes his preaching with a prayer.
The next morning Mitch shows up at the studio, Joey gives him a debriefing. Mitch listens to the death metal religious rhythm of his score and reads the lyrics. Mitch connects a mic in a corner, he tests his profound and aggressive voice with his texts. “Go for it with the breath from your guts, you can improvise like in festivals, that’s so representative of you,” suggests Joey. “Ok, but can we make a selection if my improvisations suck?” responds Mitch. Joey confirms and Mitch goes back to his warm up following the music. He listens to Joey’s directions again and sets his voice from hell free sentence after sentence. During the sessions Mitch is very concentrated while conscientiously screaming his lungs out. Brother Emmanuel is captivated. Towards the end Joey says: “Go fucking freestyle, it’s the standard verses.” “Let’s celebrate this, man, you give a fucking death metal jerk with the rhythm from your guitars and I refrain from commenting on the speed you play drums. The fucking festivals will be blowing some heavy music; that’s very promising for the tours. Even in the cemeteries the Goths will blow the habitual silence with this album.” says Mitch ironically. The music is blowing and Mitch fires away full blast.
The next day, Ozzy greets the 2 Artists. “Can’t wait to play this disc full blast back home to piss off my asshole neighbors who’re always annoying the hell out of me, trying to flirt with my daughter with their bling-bling cars with their music playing out loud. Pissed off with being the neighborhood’s asshole because the TV cameras squat their fucking yards so that I spit out commercial slogans for stupid shows. But anyway, with their fees my wife can buy new designer furniture that cost an arm and a leg, especially my tattooed arm!” he says angrily. Joey prepares the mixing table. “Wait, man, I need to turn off this fucking cell phone.” Ozzy says and takes out a high tech tactile phone that speaks. He gets mad and insults the device that keeps repeating pre-recorded sentences. “Fucking phone, shut the fuck up, I don’t give a damn about your fucking menu!” The phone ignores this. “Damn it! I already told you I didn’t want to call these assholes. Fucking shit of a phone from hell. I am the Godfather of the disco years, this phone is not going to command me! » he says smashing the phone down violently and gives the go ahead before singing his texts.
The next day, Amy comes by to end the death metal Christian Goth with a soft touch. Amy talks with Brother Emmanuel about the Love of the Virgin Mary for her child and about the power of Christian Pardon. Amy sits at her piano and sings her songs into the mic playing Joey’s softest composition. Amy is all into it and personally invested in this performance, which makes the 2 authors shiver with emotion, fascinated by this Artist. Then, Amy records some melodies with a harp. Later, Joey works on the remixing with her.
Several months later, when the disc comes out, Joey goes into the Dominican church in Des Moines with Brother Emmanuel in order to present their common opus in which all the Artists have invested so much to help spread the death metal Christian message.