slightly off-topic, but after reading Cecil’s article on the song, something I heard years ago about it came to the surface…
I had heard (don’t know how true any of this is) that Hotel California was a hotel owned by Charles Manson, and that in the picture of the crowd in the lobby, Manson is actually looking down at the crowd from the lobby… seems kinda odd, seeing how I thought he had been jailed before then…
I think I had gotten this information from a tape on ‘backward masking’, so who knows how reliable it is…
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I thought the guy in the window looking down was Alister Crowley(sp?) the founder of the Church of Satan. At least that’s what the fundamentalist Christian preacher told us all in 6th grade when he explained how we were all sinners and going to hell for listening to KISS and having Star Wars toys.
Actually Manson never owned a hotel… just a hovel out in Death Valley (kind of Iaronic eh?), and the funder of the Church of Satan was named Anton LaVey.
ALister Crowley was just a self styled Necromancer and weirdo.
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You always use violence. I should’ve ordered glutinous rice chicken.
We got that in school, too. I can remember my teacher telling us all during Devotions (don’t ask) that KISS stood for Kings In Satanic Service, and that Proctor and Gamble donated a portion of all of their profits to the Church of Satan. A stupid urban legend never dies amongst fundamentalists. This was in 1996, too, by the way. Sheesh!
About 15 years ago, my dad was in a traffic accident. His head got kind of banged up and he got taken to the hospital. He lost his short-term memory (temporarily), and in the hospital, he kept saying, “Hi Bill, I’m glad you came to see me. I’m feeling much better now.” every five minutes. It was really weird.
Another patient at the hospital that evening had ingested a few too many chemicals and put his hand through a window. Some of his chemically-enhanced friends were in the hospital lobby, and one gal was singing “Hotel California” over and over. and over and over. and over and over. I think I make myself clear. And each time she got to the line “She got the Mercedes Bends,” she would add, "And it’s spelled “B-E-N-D-S.”
The whole evening was very weird, and every time I hear Hotel California, I deja vu.
Oh, my dad’s doing quite well these days, thank you very much.
Being an esteemed employee of the aforementioned company, I feel compelled to tell you that I have never personally witnessed ANY satanic rituals. I have witnessed dozens of “sweepovers” by balding men in suits, though.