Saturday, December 02, 2006

Holy Mackerel

There was something utterly inconceivable in the used CD bin the other day. Among hundreds of jewel boxes, I spotted a familiar logo: a green fist clutching the earth. Gleefully, I shoved everything else aside. The album is a rock opera, of sorts, with words and music by L.Ron Hubbard. The authorship is a little suspect, because the album was recorded posthumously. The musician responsible for performing the album was Edgar Winter.
After further review I can report: The music itself is the mundane synth-pop that was standard issue in 1985. I expected the lyrics to be outrageous, but they are rather vague and droll. The lyrics are based on Hubbard's ten book series "Mission Earth" and the only entertaining thing about the package is the outline of the plot that goes with the songs. Such as "One of the first people Jettero Heller meets on Earth is Mary Schmeck, once a young bright girl with high goals and hopes, now fallen to drug addiction and prostitution through her involvement with psychiatry and psychology."
This album may be the worst thing ever made. I recommend going to Operation Clambake, as it is far more entertaining.

Link to "Operation Clambake"
Link to "L.Ron Hubbard : Music Maker" webpage, and a link to a page with a RealAudio stream with the fifth track of the album, "Cry Out". Which was somehow a public service anouncement? in association with the United Nations?
Link to "The Church of Scientology"

5 comments:

Robert Martin said...

i have the last recorded interview with L ron. on VHS at my house. its sweet.

Pete said...

Very cool.
They have a few videos like that on Operation Clambake. From when the Scientologist yachts were drifting about in the Mediterranean; and everyone on board them was getting more and more looney.

Pete said...

I shall check it out!

Pete said...

I watched the Nightline interview, I have to say that Mr. Koppel carried himself splendidly and asked very pointed questions. Fascinating stuff.

Some things Mr. Miscavige says must be Hubbard phrases, like "see a brick wall and call it an elephant" and "you have a reality".
Y'know what, though, if anyone puts their name into a search engine every ten minutes, it's this guy... SO HERE WE GO!!!

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Ahem... Mr. Miscavige? Ah, glad you have joined us.

It's time for you and Rael to give the extra-terrestrials rim jobs.

Also, why is the left corner of your mouth paralyzed?

Thank you and good night.

jchoma said...

Oh, please post this album. I would love to hear the spoiled tripe within.

Hubbard made "music" so pants-crappingly horrible, it's like rubbernecking at a car wreck.