Keith Haring photographed by
Tseng Kwong Chi painting the mural at Necker Children’s Hospital in Paris, 1987.
The mural was done with hopes to brighten the days of the sick children. Necker Hospital is known for specializing in rare genetic diseases. The hospital has been under renovation for a couple of years but Haring’s work got saved.
Rene Theophile Hyacinthe
Laënnec invented the stethoscope while working at the hospital in 1816.
It’s a common thing that French people come visit and end up not understanding a word we’re saying unless we try to ‘reduce’ our accents. (btw, the accents and their ‘thickness’ vary from region to region.)
- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -
I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!
Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff
Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.
AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”. I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)
Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days.
All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway.
Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson.
And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.
Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.
Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.
The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.
You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them.
But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.
“Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.
To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.
You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough.
Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.
By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes.
“Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.
“Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.
While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.
The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you.
John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.
All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.
On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep.
When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.
“W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily
“You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.
“Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,
Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.
Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.
Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior.
Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.
When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes.
After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories.
You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.
As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy.
Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute.
Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.
“Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair.
Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace.
Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.
You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”
You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.
He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”
You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.
As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you.
Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.
“H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.
Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.
Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.
The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*
Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.
John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well.
Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward.
John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”
Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”
Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.
“Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.
John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.
John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him.
You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other.
You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow.
As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours.
There is no word to say “cheap”. Some might argue that it’s “bon-marché” but I’ll tell you the truth… no one uses this word. If you want to say cheap, you must say “pas cher”, which means “not expensive”
hello! today i’ll be naming tv shows (not in the Doctor Who sense) that are made by french people -so you can get used to pronunciation and learn vocabulary- to teach you about various cultural categories -so you’ll get smarter as well!
secrets d’histoire is about history details, it’s pretty amazing (but as far as i know sometimes they make little mistakes) and the animator is a big joke
this is thalassa and the animator is obsessed w/ the sea. it’s all sea stuff.
e=m6 (m6 is a big french tv channel) is about history, science, food, anything you could get a interest in really. the anim isn’t very sexy though.
c’est pas sorcier (cf expression “it’s not witchcraft” it’s not that complicated) is the ABSOLUTE SHIT. every kid used to watch that, sometimes even teachers would show it to you. it’s similar to e=m6 but it’s for kids, so it’s simple, the guy in the truck uses scale models and diagrams and the guy outside goes to the place to show you around. i really miss it - my dad still watches it when it’s on tv!
(that’s it, i clicked play, that music man, i’m back in the nineties <3)
il était une fois la vie explains you life, the human body, early history - for kids even younger, and it’s from the 80′s so i’m not responsible for the graphics ty.
New Blacks who keep Defending French Montana's "Nappy" comment
1) French is NOT black. African =/= Black. He’s a Moroccan Arab. He’s from North Africa where anti-blackness runs rampant like hell there. Let’s learn basic geography and culture please. Africa is a HUGE continent with more than 50 countries in it. They’re not all filled with black people especially after it was colonized.
2) He keeps using his Ex-wife and Son as a damn shield because they are Black. Yet he leaves out the part of how he treated her like garbage. But yet she’s his Queen and he brags so much about how much he loves his Queens, right?
3). He’s been in this country long enough to know that “Nappy” coming from a Non-black person has racist undertones. His ass was here when Don Imus got fired; then Bill O'Reilly just got grilled for mocking a Black woman’s hair (Maxine Waters) a week ago. French ain’t new to this.
4) The amount of stretching, reaching, and self-hatred I’ve seen from ACTUAL Black people defending this idiot is astounding.
5) The girl he insulted didn’t even come at him. All she said was “The fact that French Montana thinks anyone cares about him…” He went searching his name like an insecure weirdo and decided to respond with all the Nasty ass comments. You know how much French Montana’s slander was on Twitter prior to the incident? There were plenty of Disses coming from other men but his punk ass wouldn’t dare attack or say shit them.
I should probably be writing all the
requests I still have left over from before I dropped off the face of
the earth but this one piqued my interest. As you guys may know –
if you’ve ever read my About the Author page – I myself am
trilingual so this was right up my ally Hope you enjoy!
♬ even when dating for a while and fully committed, certain things
just never came up
♬ they weren’t dirty secrets or lies you told about yourself
♬ merely facts that had never seemed relevant enough to be brought
♬ until one day, due to the strangest of coincidences, said thing
♬ Zen was rather surprised to find out that you were fluent in
multiple Slavic languages
♬ which he only really learned, because his new potential director
♬ her name was Cintija Ašperger and while she lived in Canada now,
she was born Croatian
♬ you could have talked in English, but you decided this way you
could score bonus points
♬ Oh Čintija, ne mogu ti opisat koliko je savršen za tu ulogu,
♬ Ma ne, on nikad ne stvara probleme. Zahvalan je za svaku
mogućnost, spram drugih glumaca.
♬ Stvarno? Savršeno! Čujemo se, pusa.
♬ once you hung up with Cintija you informed Zen that he’d gotten
♬ he barely reacted, still staring at you with wide eyes and a
♬ he broke out in a wide grin, telling you how amazing you sounded
in whatever language that was
he sometimes spoke with a Croatian accent because that was just so
★ some people think that once you’ve been with a person for a year,
you truly know them
★ those people are wrong
anything, you only knew a person once you’d lived
with them for a year
★ and even then there were always things that ended surprising you
★ like the one day Yoosung came home from work a little earlier
★ you’d stayed home, sick and wrapped into a blanket with litres of
soup waiting to be eaten
★ he’d closed the clinic early so he could come home and take care
of you for a change
★ he did not expect to find you screaming at your laptop in what
sounded like perfect Japanese
★ 彼女にキスしろ! 彼女に既にキス！
★ as it turned out, you were a huge weeb that taught herself
Japanese because of Anime
★ everyone else might have found that strange, but Yoosung was
perfect for you, so he loved it
★ now you could sing anime openings together!
you even used certain phrases in daily life to annoy the
♛ for your first anniversary of marriage, Jumin decides to take you
to Paris, France
♛ because of course he did
♛ the day was magical, as you got to explore the city of love
♛ at first you did all the typical tourist things like kissing on
top of the Eiffel Tower
♛ but towards the end of the day Jumin took somewhere out of town
♛ it was a small but fancy winery, of course, where else would
Jumin Han possibly take you
♛ the man keeping the place, however, had difficulties speaking
English, let alone Korean
♛ which is when you finally managed to pipe up
monsieur! On peut avoir une bouteille de vin rouge, s’il vous
sûr! Que désirez-vous, Mademoiselle
Château Lafite de 1865.
♛ Jumin looked at you with wide yet somewhat hooded eyes
♛ at first you were confused, but then you realized that he was
turned on by your display
♛ you barely finished the bottle before he was tugging you towards
you sounded different moaning in French, a fact Jumin explored in
☼ You and Saeyoung had been dating for quite some time at this
☼ he’d become quieter since you’t met, a little more mellowed out
in a sense
☼ despite having mature some, however, he was still a man-child
☼ especially now that he had his brother back and that weight was
off his shoulders
☼ other than turning making toys into a job, he still loved pranks
☼ which you knew rather well, because he constantly pulled them on
☼ they were innocent and silly, but sometimes you didn’t have the
patience for his bullshit
☼ like that one day he’d put a lockdown on the door, even for you
☼ lucky for you, you know how to play that game
☼ أفتح الباب اللعين!
☼ the door unlocked and you winked at the camera, knowing he was
☼ Seven choked on his PhD pepper, spitting all over the screen
☼ you spoke Arabic?!
☼ he was equally impressed as he was terrified when you verbally
whooped his ass
went off for half an hour and in perfect Arabic at that
☀ certain things in life are utterly unpredictable
☀ it can be an illness you didn’t expect or an accident that wasn’t
supposed to happen
☀ you generally try to stay on top of things, be as practical as
☀ learning a couple of languages to be able to communicate in
emergencies, was one of those things
☀ you didn’t use your German for a very long time, until Saeran
☀ to be more specific, the guys brilliant idea to join his brothers
☀ leading, of course, to you being sucked right in after him
☀ which someone resulted in the two of you ending up in German
☀ the whole thing would have ended in disaster, had it not been for
☀ Wir wurden von einer Koreanischen Argentur geschickt um
Schrödinger auszuschalten. Er hat all die Morde begangen und dann
versucht sie uns anzuhängen. Wir haben beweise!
☀ Saeran had no idea what you’d said, but it resulted in you being
☀ honestly he’d never been so grateful that you were such a dork
☀ also, you sounded strangely sexy in German, all raspy and
☀ he’d never admit it to anyone, but you talking German was a huge
when you got freaky in bed he wanted you to do it in German
📷 when Jihyun finally returned, he decided to take you on a
📷 apparently he wanted to share the beauty of the world with
📷 your first stop was Italy, Rome to be precise
📷 the inner city was as ugly and stuffy as any big city, but
there was beauty to be found
📷 everything from the thermal baths, the catacombs up to the
coliseum was mesmerising
📷 but the best part about Italy was still the food and not
only the ridiculously overpriced restaurants
📷 the markets were filled with smells and spices you’d never
📷 Jihyun told you about how he’d want to buy some, but
couldn’t due to language barriers
📷 apparently he’d planned on painting with spices and you
liked the idea
📷 Scusi signore, io e il mio ragazzo vorremmo comprare
📷 Sí, prego. Per cosa vi servono?
Alcune sono specifiche per alcuni piatti.
📷 Oh no, non vogliamo mangiarle. Il mio ragazzo é un
artista e vuole usarle per i suoi lavori. Per favore, ci dia le piú
colorate che ha.
📷 Jihyun watched, completely in awe, as you cheerfully
chatted with the man
📷 in fact, he asked you to do all the talking from that
moment on, just listening
📷 you inspired him and his new collection painted with
Italian spaces bore your name
Jeanne Bécu, comtesse du Barry, is most commonly remembered as the mistress of King Louis XVI of France.
Jeanne lived at a convent until the age of fifteen, then earned a living selling trinkets along the streets of Paris. She came to the attention of a procurer by the name of Jean Baptiste du Barry, and held many aristocratic clients.
She was noticed by King Louis when she visited the Versailles on an errand. He fabricated a birth certificate, stating that she was from noble descent, and designated her his mistress. She was presented to the Court of Versailles in 1769, amid much gossip. The King lavished his mistress in jewelry and fine fashions, causing much resentment in the court.
Marie Antoinette refused to speak to Madame du Barry for some time, disapproving of her common background. Eventually, after intervention by the Austrian ambassador, the dauphine was convinced to speak a few words to the king’s mistress.
Madame du Barry was an eventual victim of the Reign of Terror, and was beheaded in 1793.
Here is a "vague" fact. In french, "vague" means "wave" and it occured that your music's cover is a wave picture. So, when I was reading your comment I froze and I thought it would be funny to tell you.
Ma Vie de Courgette (My life as a zucchini) is a Swiss and French stop motion movie that was nominated for an Oscar for best animated feature film this year, but lost it to Zootopia. The movie tells the story of a 10 year old orphan who killed his own mother by pushing her down the stairs while she attacked him in an alcohol induced rage. Ma Vie de Courgette recieved an overwelmingly positive critics response and scored 100% on Rotten Tomatoes. It was also nominated and has won a long list of awards. The trailer with english subtitles can be watched here, here you can find a behind the scenes, and here is the entire movie in French.
As the name suggests, neck kissing involves kissing someone’s neck. Most people love doing it after French kissing for a while.
Surprising your lover by capturing them with a gentle holiday kiss under the mistletoe. This is also a great method for shyer individuals to steal a kiss from a potential lover. This merry kiss means you're in the mood for holiday love.
The Biting Kiss.
This is an open mouthed kiss that incorporates the tongue just like the French kiss. The only difference between this kiss and the French kiss is the fact that the teeth are also put into use. The teeth gently grab your partners tongue as you kiss.
Leaning forward slowly to their face and softly kissing their nose. This is a good way to get your partner's attention and it always makes them smile! This kiss literally tells your partner that you want to get silly together.
Kissing your partner's neck, all the way up by the ear, then slowly working your way down their neck to their collarbone. This is very sensual and arousing.
Gently raising their hand to your lips and lightly brush your lips across the top of it. Historically, this kiss was performed with a bow to show deference to a lady. A gentle kiss on the hand generally means "I adore you", but also is a sign of respect and kindness.
This is an erotic kiss that involves the tongue. Some call this the "Soul Kiss" because the soul is thought to pass between 2 people when their tongues touch.
The Teaser Kiss.
This kiss begins from the forehead, to the lips and then down to the arms and hands. On reaching the hands, the sequence is reversed from the hands then up to the lips and forehead. This kiss can be quite useful if you want to turn on your partner and make them want more.
Lean in like you're going to kiss your partner. Get close enough to where your lips slightly brush theirs and then whisper a joke. Once they begin laughing, start kissing them. A funny kiss meaning you like to have fun together.
When you're in a rush. Often the nose gets it rather than the lips. A quick way to show you care when you're in a rush.
The Upside-Down Kiss.
This type of kiss originates from the Spiderman movie. it is a romantic kiss It is also known as the spiderman kiss. It involves kissing a person whose head is upside-down from yours. This way your bottom lip kisses their top lip and vice versa.
The Angel Kiss.
This kiss involves kissing someone gently on the eyelids or on a spot near the eyes using the lips. This type of kiss indicates deep affection and is mostly used when saying goodbye to someone or when waking up a loved one.
“Bowie once had a conflict with Jimmy Page at his Manhattan townhouse, and since then he believed that Page had put his soul in peril. He was convinced that Jimmy, who owned the home of black-magic philosopher Aleister Crowley, was in cahoots with the witches and they were out to get him. Hence he stocked all his urine in his fridge to keep it safe from them.”
Rock’s Sympathy for the Devil
April 12, 2012 By davidjones
By MICHAEL HOWARD (1948–2015)—
It was popularly believed in the 1930s that the legendary bluesman Robert Johnson, who inspired Muddy Waters, Bob Dylan, the Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton, sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for his musical gifts. It was believed Johnson had the ‘Evil Eye’ and was murdered because of his alleged power over women. He seduced the wife of a beer hall owner who in revenge laced the musician’s whisky with arsenic. Many moralists saw his fate as a punishment for dealing with the powers of darkness.
Johnson is said to have sold his soul to Old Nick during a midnight ceremony at a crossroads. However, that story did not originate with him. In the 1920s and 1930s there are numerous tales of black musicians and gamblers signing a pact with a mysterious ‘man in black’ at the crossroads. Famous examples are the black singer Clara Smith and Robert Johnson’s namesake Tommy Johnston, a decade before him. The dark stranger has been identified by some writers as either the Christian Devil or the West African trickster god Eshu, worshipped in voodoo and taken to the southern states of America by black slaves.
While there is little evidence of modern pop and rock musicians actually ‘selling their souls’ to the ‘Devil’, the link between popular music and the occult is a strong one. Christian fundamentalists have predictably seen the widespread use of magical and occult symbols in rock music as evidence it is the work of Satan, but the truth is far stranger than their religious fantasies.
Sometimes the alleged connections of famous rock musicians with occultism surfaced in apocryphal showbiz gossip or rumour. For example, everyone knows that ill-fated glam rock star Marc Bolan studied as a sorcerer’s apprentice with a magician in a French chateau (in fact he actually admitted it), that the late pop diva Dusty Springfield allegedly belonged to a satanic group called the Temple of the Prince in Manchester, and that Jim Morrison of The Doors married a Wiccan high priestess (which was true).
Then there was the 1970s British musician Graham Bond, accused by his fellow R & B artist Long John Baldry of sacrificing his pet cat in a magical ritual. Bond told his groupies he was one of the illegitimate sons of the infamous ‘black magician’ Aleister Crowley, and that his musical output was designed to contact “higher forces.” Bond also believed he had been cursed by a fellow occultist. When in 1974 the musician fell in front of a train on the London Underground in mysterious circumstances, many thought the curse had worked.
The Beatles & the Rolling Stones
The Beatles are well known for flirting with Eastern mysticism and transcendental meditation during their psychedelic hippy stage in the late 1960s. They may also have had darker interests. For instance, the Great Beast 666, Aleister Crowley, is featured (top left corner above) in the photomontage of “people we most admire” on the cover of the Fab Four’s famous album Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band.
Antiquarian bookseller and Crowley bibliographer Timothy D’Arch Smith relates how the Beatles attended an exhibition of rare books on witchcraft and the occult he held in Swinging London. Jane Asher, Paul McCartney’s then girlfriend, had suggested the visit to him and, according to D’Arch Smith, encouraged him to buy rare books as an investment.
If the Beatles were mildly interested in the occult, then their main rivals for the pocket money and affection of teenage girls, the Rolling Stones, were definitely involved in a more dramatic way. Despite their respectable middle-class backgrounds, in the Sixties the Stones were deliberately promoted as the ‘bad boys of pop’. It now seems this was a marketing ploy by their then manager Andrew Oldham, and is summed up in the famous newspaper headline, ‘Would you let your daughter marry a Rolling Stone?’ If the parents of Middle England had known about their dabbling in the occult, the answer may have been in the negative.
The so-called ‘satanic’ influence on the Stones was through the avant-garde filmmaker, Luciferian and Tinseltown gossip-queen Kenneth Anger. He had become interested in the band’s career and particularly in guitarist Brian Jones and his girlfriend Anita Pallenberg, a German film actress and model. Jones had some unusual interests, and both he and the pop singer Robert Palmer were fascinated by the master musicians of Joujouka in the Atlas Mountains of Morocco in North Africa. These musicians claimed to be still practising the ancient rites of the goat-footed god Pan. Jones went so far as to travel to North Africa to record an album of the tribal music performed by this pre-Islamic cult.
In an interview with Rolling Stone magazine Robert Palmer described how he had witnessed one of these rites to Pan. He said the dancing tribesmen appeared to be in an ecstatic trance with their eyes rolled back in their heads. Palmer said that when “the power came down” the dancer was suddenly “not there.” In fact “something else” was looking out of his eyes, which began to “glow like ruby lasers” (Rolling Stone, 23 March 1989).
Kenneth Anger believed that Anita Pallenberg and Brian Jones, who was to drown in mysterious circumstances in the swimming pool of his Sussex mansion, were witches. Allegedly, Jones showed the filmmaker an extra nipple he had on his inner thigh and told him: “In another time they would have burned me [as a witch].” Extra nipples were regarded by witch-hunters as a sign of the Devil’s Mark. A friend of Anita Pallenberg, Tony Sanchez, believed she kept her drug stash hidden in an old carved wooden chest in her flat. One day he looked inside. Instead of drugs he found it contained bones and pieces of fur and skin from “strange animals.” Mick Jagger’s one time girlfriend Marianne Faithfull described how she and Pallenberg used to sit for hours reading aloud passages from Robert Graves’ book The White Goddess and studying the ancient Celtic tree alphabet.
In her autobiography Marianne Faithfull claims the gay Anger had a crush on the bisexual Stones’ singer which was not reciprocated. When the filmmaker’s sexual overtures were rejected he became a bit of a nuisance. One day he turned up at the couple’s house in Cheyne Walk, Chelsea and bizarrely threw several books by the 18th century poet and mystic William Blake through the window. Jagger responded in disgust at this stunt by burning all the copies of the occult works that Anger had given him by Crowley and the French occultist Eliphas Levi.
Despite this, Marianne Faithfull got involved in Anger’s experimental movie Lucifer Rising, allegedly financially sponsored by Anita Pallenberg, and with a score originally to be composed by Mick Jagger. Initially the Stones’ singer was to play the leading role in the film, but he got cold feet and backed out of the project altogether. In the first version, made in 1967, the lead was taken by his brother Chris Jagger. Marianne Faithfull became involved in the second version filmed in 1972 and she agreed to take the part of the demon-goddess Lilith.
Faithfull described the baby-slaying Lilith as one of the classic female archetypes and compared her with pagan goddesses such as Diana, Astarte, Ishtar, Aphrodite and Demeter. However, she added: “From the view of patriarchy, of course, she was the pure incarnation of evil” (Faithfull by Marianne Faithfull with David Datton, 224). Interestingly, the part of the ancient Egyptian god Osiris in the film was played by Donald Cammell, son of Charles Cammell, a friend and biographer of Crowley. The younger Cammell made his own films including the controversial Performance in co-operation with Nic Roeg. It starred Mick Jagger, Anita Pallenberg and the archetypal English actor Edward Fox. Donald Cammell committed suicide in the 1990s.
The shooting of Lucifer Rising took place in Egypt and Faithfull claims that as soon as the crew and cast arrived in the country it was obvious Anger did not know what he was doing as either a film director or a magician. At that stage in her life Faithfull was seriously addicted to heroin and admits she did not know what she was doing on the set either. The whole thing was a recipe for disaster. The last sequence of the film was a winter solstice rite shot at a Neolithic site in Germany. During it, Faithfull managed to fall off a mountain. She somersaulted and landed on her feet without sustaining any injury. This convinced her that her magic was stronger than Anger’s. In her autobiography she dismissed him as a “kitsch occultist” and “a witch out of a Hollywood tabloid.”
Marianne Faithfull claims that both Mick Jagger and the Stones’ lead guitarist Keith Richards were also sceptical about Anger’s “satanic hocus-pocus” and did not take any of it seriously. However, after an incident involving the magician at the house in London now shared by Richards and Anita Pallenberg, Faithfull became seriously spooked out. As a result, she believed she was under psychic attack. Allegedly, she wore a clove of garlic around her neck and slept in a circle of lit candles for protection. Whether this paranoid behaviour was connected to her heroin addiction is not known.
One of Marianne Faithfull’s tracks on her comeback album Broken English is called ‘Witches Song’. She dedicates it as “my ode to the wild pagan woman I know and have always around me.” Faithfull says she got the idea for the song after she and Mick Jagger visited an exhibition in Madrid of paintings on the theme of the Witches Sabbath by the Spanish artist Goya. Her autobiography also describes an incident when she and Jagger took LSD before visiting Primrose Hill in North London “where the ancient ley lines are supposed to run” and where modern neo-druids hold their seasonal ceremonies. Under the influence of the acid the couple saw “a great face in the sky” they were convinced was the head of the Celtic giant god Bran. This seems to fit with Faithfull’s professed pagan beliefs. In her autobiography she says she believes not in God the Father, but in the Great Goddess and her consort Pan.
Jimmy Page & Aleister Crowley
In 1969 the satanic aura around the rock mega-group Led Zeppelin reached such a pitch that, in echoes of Robert Johnson, rumours circulated in the Los Angeles music scene that its members had signed a pact in their own blood with the Devil to gain fame.
James Patrick ‘Jimmy’ Page’s well-known interest in the occult fuelled these rumours of the group’s alleged satanic activities. Described by the magazine AllMusic as “one of the all-time most influential, important and versatile [rock] guitarist and songwriters,” Page had been interested in alternative religions since childhood. While a member of the Yardbirds, he had hung out with Brian Jones and Anita Pallenberg at their studio flat in South Kensington. Page has never hidden his interest in Aleister Crowley, and Led Zeppelin’s famous album Rune has a photograph of the Great Beast on its cover. In an interview with Soundsmagazine in 1976 Page is quoted as saying that Crowley was “a misunderstood genius of the twentieth-century.”
Jimmy Page purchased as many artefacts and first edition books belonging to Crowley that he could find. In 1969, Kenneth Anger rented Crowley’s old (seriously haunted) house Boleskine on the shores of Loch Ness where he lived in the 1900s for a few months. When it came on the market for sale, Anger suggested to Page he should buy it. This he did and hired an occult artist called Charles Pace to paint suitable atmospheric magical murals in each room. The Led Zeppelin guitarist could be seen driving around the area like a Scottish laird in a Land Rover with a stack of stag’s antlers on the bonnet. Page also visited Sicily and contemplated buying the old villa where Crowley established his ‘Abbey of Thelema’ in the 1920s.
In the early 1970s Page opened an occult bookshop in Kensington called The Equinox. It was done out in a futuristic style with glass bookshelves and display cabinets and chrome steel pillars. Under its auspices, Page published a facsimile of Crowley’s 1904 edition of the medieval grimoire Goetia.
Kenneth Anger approached Jimmy Page and asked him to provide a soundtrack for his ongoing film project Lucifer Rising. Unfortunately, the two men fell out when Page only managed to produce 23 minutes of music and Anger wanted 28 minutes. The filmmaker accused Page of being a mere dabbler in the occult and a drug addict so out of his mind he could not finish the film score. However, in 1976 Page lent Anger the basement of his London house for film editing purposes. Again, the two men did not see eye to eye and Page allegedly cursed the filmmaker. Page later branded the incident as “silly and pathetic” and said he still respected Anger as an occultist.
There has been a lot of debate about whether Jimmy Page ever belonged to one of the modern versions of Crowley’s magical group the OTO (Ordo Templis Orientis or Order of the Eastern Temple). In fact, the jury seems to be out on whether Page is an actual magical practitioner at all. In this respect New Musical Express journalist Nick Kent dismisses rumours the guitarist spends his time with “his head in a cowl ritually slaughtering various species of livestock.” Kent instead says from his experience Page is “just another seeker after esoteric knowledge, a collector of dusty old books, and committed student of the ‘magical’ information that was supposedly contained in their yellowed pages.”
Although Jimmy Page’s interest in Crowley and the occult is well known, his Led Zeppelin colleague Robert Plant also has esoteric interests. These manifest in a study of folklore, Norse and Germanic mythology, and reading ‘sword and sorcery’ novels. Plant spent most of his life living on the Welsh Border and in an interview with the rock music magazine Kerrang! he said he often visited the Black Mountains in South Wales. There he rediscovered his roots in the local Celtic culture. Using an ordnance survey map, he wandered the hills visiting Bronze Age sites and places where the Welsh had battled with the Saxons.
Another famous rock star who openly admits an interest in the occult, magic and Crowley is David Bowie (born David Robert Jones). In the 1970s he says he studied the Kabbalah and “Crowleyism” and more recently became interested in Gnosticism. On a practical level the singer used Tarot cards and a crystal ball for divination, an ouija board to contact spirits, and performed magical rituals for exorcism and psychic protection. His early album Hunky-Dory features a song called ‘Quicksand’ that references both Crowley and the Victorian magical group Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn.
According to David Bowie’s wife Angie in her autobiography, her husband’s interest in the occult was due to his desire to outdo Jimmy Page. Allegedly, he saw the Led Zeppelin guitarist as a magical rival. Bowie eventually decided, possibly because of Page’s interest in him, that Crowley and his works were “small shit.” For that reason he began studying Tibetan magic which he claimed was far more powerful than anything the Great Beast or Page had ever done.
In an interview with New Musical Express (February 1997) David Bowie admits he had been into “old fashioned magic” in the 1970s, and said he always believed Crowley was a charlatan. He reveals that Arthur Edward Waite, a member of the Order of the Golden Dawn, and the Welsh-born occultist Dion Fortune, author of Psychic Self-Defence, have been important to him. In fact, Bowie used Fortune’s book extensively when he believed he was under psychic attack. Talking of a house he rented in Los Angeles in 1975, Bowie said he decorated it with ancient Egyptian artefacts. This was because, “I had this more than passing interest in Egyptian mysticism and the Kabbalah…” (Stage Fascination: David Bowie the Definite Story by David Buckley, 235).
Angie Bowie says the musician was heavily involved with occult activities in 1975-76. This coincides with a period when he used cocaine and she believed this made him paranoid. Apparently, Bowie stored bottles of his own urine in the fridge and carefully disposed of his nail and hair clippings. This was in case magical practitioners obtained these personal items in order to cast spells on him. He also set up an altar in his sitting room with black candles on it, painted occult symbols on the walls, and performed magical banishing rituals for protection. Angie Bowie once witnessed him exorcise a swimming pool he believed was haunted.
When the couple were viewing properties to rent or buy in Hollywood they came across an old house with a pentagram of five-pointed star painted on the floor. Bowie freaked out and said he could not live there as the building had been used for black magic rites. One day he phoned his wife and told her witches were trying to steal his semen. Allegedly they wanted to create a test-tube baby and then sacrifice it in a satanic rite. It turned out the ‘witches’ were just some innocent groupies he met in a bar.
At this difficult point in his life Bowie also flirted with neo-Nazism. He explained in an interview with the British rock music journalist Tony Parsons in 1993 that this was only because he was fascinated by the use of occult symbols like the swastika by the original Nazi Party in Germany. He was interested in their quest for the Holy Grail because he was also searching for its meaning (Stage Fascination: David Bowie the Definite Story by David Buckley, 235-236). Bowie once said that it might be a good idea to have a fascist dictatorship in Britain, although he later denied he was serious and claimed it was a joke.
Black Sabbath & Heavy Metal
Partly as a reaction to the hippy ‘flower power’ and ‘peace and love’ movement of the late Sixties, heavy metal bands began to appear using violent satanic imagery and playing loud over-amplified rock music. Groups such as Warlock, Saxon, Venom, Motley Crue, W.A.S.P., Slayer, Iron Maiden, Incubus and Bathory put out albums with covers decorated with human skulls, pentagrams, hooded figures, gravestones, goat-headed demons and vampires. One of the most famous and pioneering heavy metal bands Black Sabbath came out of Birmingham in the industrial Midlands of England in 1969. They combined heavy guitar riffs with satanic inspired lyrics and an obsession with the gothic dark side that soon gave them a dedicated, if rather odd, fan base.
The band’s distinctive name was taken from an old horror movie starring English actor Boris Karloff, famous for his movie interpretation of Dr. Frankenstien’s monster. Originally, Black Sabbath started out as a jazz-blues band until they became influenced by the ‘black magic’ novels of the thriller writer Dennis Wheatley and books by Aleister Crowley. Their leader ‘Geezer’ Butler was lent a 16th century grimoire or book of magic. Its contents so freaked him out that he locked it in a cupboard before going to bed. During the night he had a spectral visitation from a dark shadowy figure who stood at the end of his bed. In the morning when Butler opened the cupboard the grimoire had vanished and it was never seen again.
Butler claims the band was invited to play a gig at a Witches Sabbath at Stonehenge, which sounds like something out of a Dennis Wheatley novel. When the boys refused the chief “warlock” of the coven ritually cursed the band. Geezer says he consulted a “white witch” to get the curse lifted and was told the band had to wear crosses to ward off the evil forces directed at them. Apparently, lead singer Ozzy Osbourne’s father, who was a bit of a handyman, made the crosses for each of the band members to wear.
Ozzy Osbourne always denies he was seriously into the occult, although he did have his Tarot cards read – twice. Famously he said the only evil spirits that interest him are whisky, gin and vodka! He describes the strange people attracted to the band, who habitually wear white face make-up and black hooded robes, as “freaks.” Ozzy says the only good thing about all the satanic stuff is it gave the band free publicity increasing their record sales and bank accounts.
Some of the heavy metal bands took their interest in witchcraft and magic more seriously. One of these, for a while, was Black Widow who played a mixture of progressive rock and folk music and used demonic imagery in their act based on serious research. In 1968 the group’s manager approached Maxine and Alex Sanders, the so-called ‘King and Queen of the Witches’. He wanted to know if the couple could recommend a nubile young witch with dancing skills to take part in their new stage act. This featured a magician played by one of the band’s members conjuring up a demon who was once an ancient goddess called Ashtaroth.
Several professional dancers auditioned for the part of the demon-goddess. Each one suffered fainting fits during rehearsals and felt they were being possessed by an evil spirit. In desperation the band wanted to hire a real witch who would not be fazed by the magical goings-on. Black Widow’s manager said the Sanders were happy to help and he described them as “clever business people” only interested in making money in any way they could.
A member of the Sanders’ coven volunteered for the role and the rehearsals were successful. Unfortunately, on the day of the first performance at the Lyceum Theatre in London, she fell ill. Alex Sanders volunteered his wife and the high priestess of the coven Maxine as a suitable stand-in. When the lead singer of Black Widow playing the sorcerer invoked the demon-goddess and accidentally stepped out of the protective magical circle, she was supposed to attack him. In her autobiography Maxine Sanders says the singer complained afterwards about the bruises he suffered from the physical assault by the ‘Queen of the Witches’.
Another more contemporary band called Tool and its lead singer Danny Carey are well known for their interest in all things magical. Carey collects rare limited edition publications by such modern occult practitioners as Crowley, Kenneth Grant, Austin Osman Spare and Andrew D. Chumbley. During their recordings of albums, Tool use magical banishing rituals to get rid of unwelcome influences left in the studio by previous performers. They have also been known to employ talismans and occult sigils used by the Elizabethan magician and astrologer Dr. John Dee in their gigs. During a South American tour, local Christian workers refused to handle the band’s equipment because it was “satanic.”
The 1990s saw a sinister link established between rock music and Satanism with the rise of the so-called ‘black metal’ or ‘death metal’ groups. These new bands were committed to an anti-Christian philosophy of anarchism, nihilism, violence and an obsession with death that made Black Sabbath stage appearances look like a vicar’s tea party. Possibly the most dramatic and violent manifestation of this new trend was in Scandinavia. A new cultural trend united satanic beliefs with atavistic forms of neo-paganism and extreme nationalist right-wing politics promoting racism and white supremacy. This deadly combination was to lead to arson and murder.
In 1992 an ancient wooden stave church was burnt down in a firebomb attack. Rumours began circulating that hard-core black metal fans were responsible for the outrage. It was alleged they were pagan Viking revivalists who expressed neo-Nazi views. Further church burnings and graveyard desecrations took place followed by murders involving rival groups of black metal fans and biker gangs. Media reports said that self-styled teenage satanists saw neo-Nazism and rock music as cultural stepping stones to a revival of Aryan-based paganism. Because the historic Christian churches were built on the site of pagan temples, they had to be destroyed before the heathen ‘old religion’ could be established again.
Today the number of rock bands using satanic and occult imagery is increasing. The new ‘high priest’ of the Church of Satan in the USA, Boyd Rice, is himself a musician. Critics have dubbed his musical output as “sonic terrorism as an art form.” Strangely enough, his satanic master, Anton LaVey, who found the Church of Satan in the 1960s, preferred Gershwin and Cole Porter with his bedtime cocoa.
It seems certain that in the future wherever and however rock music is played, there will always be those who claim, quite literally, the Devil has the best tunes.
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MICHAEL HOWARD (1948–2015) was an English practitioner of Luciferian Witchcraft and a prolific author on folklore, paganism, and esoteric topics. From 1976 until his death he was the editor of The Cauldron magazine. The author of over 30 books including Pillars of Tubal Cain, The Book of Fallen Angels, Children of Cain, and Secret Societies: Their Influence and Power from Antiquity to the Present Day, Michael Howard was an exemplary practitioner and teacher of traditional craft.
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