Slightly Off-Kilter
Songs for Creating Demons
By Barry Maher
I listen to music when I write. This column for example is being created with the help ofโor perhaps in spite ofโa piece of music that seems to be an unfortunate blend of God Save the King and The Moldavan National Anthem. But creating my new supernatural thriller, The Great Dick: And The Dysfunctional Demon, a thriller thatโs able to laugh at itself, (one reader called it โHorrifying and Delightful!โ) required an even more horrifying type of music. Music like:
Dust by Fleetwood Mac
Fleetwood Mac? Arenโt they much too pop for horror? Actually Dust was from an early incarnation of Fleetwood Mac, with no hits and lots of drug problems, not the later version of the group with lots of hits and even more drug problems. The lyrics to Dust come from a 1909 poem by Rupert Brook, who was no bundle of sunshine.
โWhen your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption
Thrust to still the labor of my breathโ
Midnight Mile by the Rolling Stones.
This haunting tune about a mad day on the road โwith a head full of snow,โ gets me picturing Keith Richards as the guitar playing, coked-up, walking dead. Perhaps not a huge stretch.
I Put a Spell on Youย by Screaming Jay Hawkins. Writing about obsession?ย
Hereโs Screaming Jay screaming that he doesnโt care if you donโt want him. It doesnโt matter to him at all. Heโs still yours. A non-returnable gift that threatens to keep on giving.
Sheโs Not There by the Zombies
This one doesnโt make my list for the name of the group, but for the mood the music evokes. And the lyrics do have a touch of the sinister. In this British song, a mysterious woman is causing untold suffering, Like the singer, we can only wonder about how much she lied, with no way of telling โhow many people cried.โ I know what youโre thinking. But the song was released in 1965, considerably before Maggie Thatcher ever became Prime Minister.
No Bravery by James Blunt
I thought this guy wrote love songs, but this one features shallow graves, burning houses, the odor of death, and dying families. I listen to this, then write horror to cheer up.ย
Tie a Yellow Ribbonย by Tony Orlando. Not a horror classic, just a horrible song. I canโt listen to it without dreaming of tying a yellow ribbon as tightly as possible around Tony Orlandoโs neck. And I understand the reasoning of a homicidal demon.
Last and in so many ways least, Black Sabbathย by Black Sabbathย
Apparently, Satan, with eyes of fire, is coming after the singer. That might explain the vocal. I think this one is from the Black Sabbath album Blue Skies, Sunny Days and Lollypops, or it may be from Kittens, Puppies and Other Easy Meals. To quote a key phrase, โPlease, God help me.โ
Take a listen. The singing sounds like a weasel caught in a meat grinder. The question this little ditty raises is more theological than musical. Namely: why would a loving God allow something like this to exist? And to somehow be a hit? When I first heard it on my car radio, I thought my transmission was disintegrating, but it was only humanityโs musical taste.
Check out Barry Maherโs dark humor supernatural thriller, The Great Dick: And the Dysfunctional Demon,ย on Amazon. Contact him and/or sign up for his newsletter at www.barrymaher.com.ย
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