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“Music is a complete evocation – like a smell. It can bring an entire memory and feeling back to you in a rush. Much more complete than even a photograph. You allow yourself a certain visual distance with photos – not music. It envelopes you – there’s no way to escape it. It’s a great test of sensitivity – the degree of reaction to music. I use it all the time. I call it my ‘Music Test.’ People today don’t want to hear the truth. They’re really afraid of tranquility and silence – they’re afraid they might begin to understand their own motivations too well. They keep a steady stream of noise going to protect themselves, to build a wall against the truth. Like African natives, beating on their drums, rattling their gourds, shaking the bells to scare off evil spirits. As long as there’s enough noise, there’s nothing to fear – or hear. But they will listen. Times are changing.”

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Book:The Secret Life of a Satanist: The Authorized Biography of Anton LaVey
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Anton Szandor LaVey
Anton Szandor LaVey

Anton Szandor LaVey was a renowned author, born on April 11, 1930, and passed away on October 29, 1997. He was the founder of the modern satanic movement, best known for his book 'The Satanic Bible'. more

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