Reading this now, thanks to your suggestion. The book triggers two memories. The most recent is about Brice Taylor's book Thanks for the Memories .... Taylor describes L.A.-area parties where there would be multiple bowls of different drugs, free for the taking. The second is about my one truly rockstar friend, a member of a major U.S. band and author of '70s songs you'd instantly recognize. Long before I heard of Brice Taylor, this friend described similar parties. At one such party, he made a decision that he says saved his life -- he just dropped out of the rock scene, became a solo artist, and never turned back, except for occasional drop-in visits with his old band.
The friend never mentioned the Satanism that appears in both books, but I will certainly ask him the next time I see him.
Many of these people sold their soul to the Devil, and it appears that many were pleased if not happy with the bargain.
What a fascinating story.... and what a fortunate choice!
When you ask him, could you ask if he has knowledge about whether people LITERALLY sold their soul to the devil? I see that expression getting tossed around a lot and I am beginning to wonder how literally accurate this is. Sorry to sound a bit crazy, but I’m curious as to EXACTLY what people mean when they say this. What exactly transpires?