This is a TRUE story.
Some time in the late '60s or early '70s, a strange record appeared
I see a fence back there and I'm really hoping this cover shot was taken at a state hospital.
It gets worse. Look at the back cover. Click on it to enlarge. Read it.
You read this correctly. This was a middle aged woman, (allegedly) channeling a three year old.
How a woman like this is loose on the streets (let alone allowed anywhere near children. Or a recording studio) is beyond me. But it takes "Born-Again Christian" to a brand new low (instead of being "born again", why don't they just GROW UP.)
I honestly don't know what it is with evangelist women and big hair, geological layers of makeup and poodles, I just don't.
But it's not just this woman who scares me like crazy. It's her enablers. Jay W. Turney, Steve Chandler, Eddie Crook and the entire staff of Electric Arts Studio of Madisonville, KY.
Mr. Turney is also this woman's husband. Whom she also refers to as "Daddy". And the oozing disgust about this record only BEGINS there.
There's nothing I can say that can illustrate this horror better than LISTENING to this record itself.
Some time in the late '60s or early '70s, a strange record appeared
I see a fence back there and I'm really hoping this cover shot was taken at a state hospital.
It gets worse. Look at the back cover. Click on it to enlarge. Read it.
You read this correctly. This was a middle aged woman, (allegedly) channeling a three year old.
How a woman like this is loose on the streets (let alone allowed anywhere near children. Or a recording studio) is beyond me. But it takes "Born-Again Christian" to a brand new low (instead of being "born again", why don't they just GROW UP.)
I honestly don't know what it is with evangelist women and big hair, geological layers of makeup and poodles, I just don't.
But it's not just this woman who scares me like crazy. It's her enablers. Jay W. Turney, Steve Chandler, Eddie Crook and the entire staff of Electric Arts Studio of Madisonville, KY.
Mr. Turney is also this woman's husband. Whom she also refers to as "Daddy". And the oozing disgust about this record only BEGINS there.
There's nothing I can say that can illustrate this horror better than LISTENING to this record itself.
The fact you tagged this with "mentally ill" totally cracks me up. So horrible, but I had to keep listening.
ReplyDeleteTruly cringe-worthy. Stab your ear drums with a pencil cringe-worthy. I'll pass commenting on all the creepy weird Freudian implications.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't help but notice the last track on the record is titled "Pray For Me". I wonder why that is...?