charles manson: your home is where you\’re happy

I don\’t know. Blame it on Beer N. Hockey for germinating the seed. And Gus, for that Family business, although wholly unwittingly I hasten to concede. But then again, surely he knows how my mind warps by now ?

And John Peel, too, for spinning this as an LP on his radio show in the 70s and originally exposing me to the \’horror\’ of \”The Love and Terror Cult\”. Shady laned, laid-back bastard; but possessing of an admirable talent for administering the needle.

I swore to myself long ago I wasn\’t going to give this twisted little f@cker the web space, let alone the benefit of the doubt. Not twice. So, let\’s clear up one thing right from the start: Charlie is a sad little dude – an institutional rat – who is locked up 24/7 for his own security; on any \’normal\’ penitentiary wing he wouldn\’t last a week. Let alone a life sentence. There are plenty individuals in mainstream prison who would eat him for breakfast just for the kudos. In the same way Kurt might consume the vital organs of an enemy simply to lend shade to a heart of darkness. My own blood uncle would have stomped Charlie too.

Himself a connoisseur of CRT television valves, like any seasoned serial killer, he personally favoured the moustache of Farouk, by the grace of God; King of Egypt. Very handsome too. Long bones be damned. Cool.

But Charlie was an auteur only. A manipulator. Small-time Machiavelli.

From the back of the jacket to Awareness Rocords 08903-0156:

Including The Beatles.

That record producer, of course, was Terry Melcher, to whom Manson was introduced as a fringe songwriter of note via a chance encounter with Beach Boy, Dennis Wilson. \”Wilson paid for studio time to record songs written and performed by Manson, and he introduced Manson to acquaintances of his with roles in the entertainment business. These included Gregg Jakobson, Terry Melcher, and Rudi Altobelli, the last of whom owned a house he would soon rent to actress Sharon Tate and her husband, director Roman Polanski. Jakobson, who was impressed by \”the whole Charlie Manson package\” of artist/lifestylist/philosopher, also paid to record Manson material.\”

It was all down hill from there. Helter Skelter, coming down fast.

But this is an historical document, worthy of exploration. And let\’s face it, I\’ve been beating about the bush for the last week or so. Several posts at least.

The moral ? Never give out your address when trying to obtain narcotics. I must confess, though, I have listened to this entire album on many an occasion while blissfully engaged in domestic chores.

And just remember:

\”Just as long as you got love in your heart, you\’ll never be alone.\”

I come from a long line, brothers and sisters. A string of gasping fish.

CHARLES MANSON: HOME IS WHERE YOU\’RE HAPPY from \”LIE: The Love And Terror Cult\” CD (Awareness Records) 1987 (US / Canada)

THE FAMILY: I\’LL NEVER SAY NEVER TO ALWAYS from \”LIE: The Love And Terror Cult\” CD (Awareness Records) 1987 (US / Canada)

CHARLES MANSON: BIG IRON DOOR from \”LIE: The Love And Terror Cult\” CD (Awareness Records) 1987 (US / Canada) PURCHASE LIE: THE LOVE & TERROR CULT [So far as I understand it, all profits from the sale of this imprint proceed to a victims\’ fund, as subscribed to by Awareness Records, no monies being accrued by Manson or other Family members]


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