The Occult

I've been intrigued by suicide and conspiracies for as long as I can remember; and the two hand-in-hand is like an 8-ball; something about the twisted romance of seizing your own fate and the methods people employ and the secrecy of clandestine pacts and hidden agendas has always struck a cord with me. The Doors were my first favourite band and I can still remember laying in my bed listening to "13" on my cassette Walkman when my mother told me of Morrison's mysterious death. I was puzzled but hooked. Soon after I became obsessed with the mysterious trifecta of early deaths: Morrison, Hendrix and Joplin. Then I fell in love with the JFK assassination. It was an avalanche. I read every book there was; I was absolutely fascinated with it; I was like a junior authority on the events of November 22, 1963 on Elm Street in Dallas, Texas. I still retain almost all the lesser known details and conspiracy theories to this day and I'm sure there have been a thousand more since I set it down years ago. By the time Oliver Stone's JFK came out years later, I was burnt out on it and never even bothered going to see or rent it. I remember my parents even saying how into that movie I would've been if it had come out years earlier. I was trailblazin', no time for rear view mirror gazin'... I've always had that thirst for uncovering mysteries and reading about lesser known occurrences. Years later I would discover the cryptic and elusive Milton William Cooper and his conspiratorial Holy Grail: Behold A Pale Horse. Reading that book made way for a massive relapse and I got back in into bed with my addiction for this stuff. A lot of books had come out since I was 10 and into The Doors and Dealey Plaza. I discovered a myriad of books about the supposed New Order and The Hidden Hand and all that good stuff. This was before Amazon.com and X-Files and all that ish. Behold A Pale Horse planted many seeds inside my head. Soon I was devouring Edward Hooper's exhaustive & brilliant, "The River" which was basically 1,168 pages on the shrouded origins of AIDS. I convinced my band to write a record based around some of these themes and we called the album "Release The Cure". The record was loosely focused upon the theory that there is money to be made from people being sick and people being treated was one thing; people being cured was a whole different world. I still have yet to go see "Sicko" because its sort of like the JFK movie for me; too little, too late. Anyway, I don't know where I was going with all this but the past few days spent reading about Theresa Duncan's suicide and her paranoia and interests in things like MKULTRA and Project Monarch has really brought me right back to things that have always fascinated me: suicide and conspiracies. There is a labyrinthian world out there of depressing (read: fascinating) shit to get lost in and sometimes its fun. Start with Budd Dwyer and end with The Montauk Project. When you're done with that, let me know and we'll talk ghosts.