A Cassidy Pen Expose on the Dangers of Jam Music
Part One: The Ugly Side of Your Children’s Musical ChoicesMy journalistic colleague, Manfred Peregrin has covered with profound depth the scourge of horror rap/metal bands like the Insane Clowns on our precious youth. He has risked his reputation and, in some cases, his physical security by pointing out to parents the menace of ICP and its’ Juggalo followers and the speed with which they must be confronted. link link link
The entire staff here at The National Report is indeed indebted to Mr. Peregrine.
The purpose of my multi-part expose is to point out and reiterate the effect of another style of music (using a very liberal definition of the term) that is also perpetrating a brainwashed psychosis on the youth of America. Yes, I am speaking about Jamband Music. In addition to my award-winning investigative journalism articles exposing the menace of The Phish, [link link] I am deeply disturbed to announce that this is only skimming the surface of a demon beneath. Sadly, my dear friends in Christ, your children are the intended titanic victims of this iceberg threat.
Jamband Music, or “Jam” Music, is a spontaneous hipster and occult driven musical form that stresses long, drawn-out instrumental interludes around a base of funky fused jazz rock and various legitimate American based musical styles such as country, bluegrass, gospel, and orchestral pop. It is plainly obvious from the first notes of a jam band that the music is influenced by drugs.
Most musicologists and critics conclude that the Grateful Dead was the first jamband, the “Godfathers,” if you will. Their musical direction was influenced by drugged jazzer-saxual, John Coltrane and meshed with the pop music of the day ranging from the Rolling Stoners, the Beetles, and to a lesser extent, Buddy Holly and the Shirelles. The 1960’s and the so-called “Love” movement cannot be adequately documented without mentioning the Grateful Dead.
Canonized jamband saint and musical guru to the genre, Jerry Garcia, used lysergically styled guitar riffs and aimless noodled meanderings with the other band members to etch a false idolatry into the souls of the first “deadheads,” or followers of the Grateful Dead. The ritualistic manner in which deadheads worship the band is akin to the influence that Charles Manson had on his “family.” Jerry and his warlock band mates took advantage financially and forced their will on those brainwashed hippies, forming an empire of VW bussed dregs that bummed behind them on a 30 year concert tour of this great nation.
Satan took great pleasure in this accomplishment, but he is far from punching the clock on this job.
Taking what some call the “spirit” of the Grateful Dead into mind, bands like The Phish, Humphrey’s McGee, mow Period, and String Cheese Insolence have furthered and expanded the style of Jam Music and enforced the Satanic Influence of the genre on our children.
In the case of The Phish, Trey Pistachio hurriedly formed the band after the demise of the Grateful Dead. He realized the need to take advantage of the soft brained deadheads’ continuous need for audio and sensual fulfillment. The Phish has become very successful at forging their own enterprise of occultist jamming. Theirs is a style of progressions stolen from Frank Zappa’s Band, the Inventors and fused with rockabilly and funked ravings that explore the true aimless boundaries of of what the human mind can be exposed to before descending into a drugged psychosis.
Other jambands, like the Widespread Panics, were built in a similar style using Greg Allman and his Brother’s influential records. Still others, like the Stringed Cheese, have taken a more high and lonesome road toward infecting the minds of our precious youth using rock billy and bluegrass styling. In future parts of my jamband expose series, I will examine these and other jambands in detail.
A causal result of the tremendous and overwhelming drug cloud over the jam scene is in the characteristics of its adherents. Twirling sexed dance displays, mis-patterned clapping and fist pumping, and wanton masturbatory gesturing are rampant among the crowd at a jamband concert. Incontrovertible statistics show that the chances of pregnancy, drug addiction, and sexually transmitted disease are as much as ten times more likely to afflict the jamband concert goer.*
Drugs and sexual favors are distributed freely at a jam concert in much the same manner as it was on the hateful ash-buried streets in San Francisco during the Satanic Summer of Love. One such domicile was at 710 in which resided the Grateful Dead, completing the relative circle of the jamband scourge upon society. A more proper address would have been 666. One such resident was so disgustingly unbathed that they called him “Pig Pen,” after the character in Peanut Comics. Imagine how unclean a person would have to be to become recognized as dirty by hippies. It boggles the mind.
Wake up, parents. Is this the fate that you wish for your precious children?
Youths are currently using their paper route money and profits from school paper and aluminum collection drives to purchase concert tickets, compacted disks, and iTuned loads of filth that these bands regurgitate. Can the American Family withstand the pounding that jambands deliver on the ears and tender backsides of our youth? By the time these children turn college age, their transformation from a spunky and love cuddled child of innocence is complete. They will leave their cares and worries behind them in a cloud of marijuana as they pile into a Volkswagen bus and head off to a jamband concert tour.
To afford such excursions in a capitalistic society, these children are using their artistic abilities to create tyed and died t-shirts, roped necklaces, and ridiculous wrist bracelets. Others enterprise to the appetites of the others in a shakedown lot scene by selling alcohol, funny mushroomed pizza pies, and veggie hot pockets. Others take a more sinister route, dealing in drugs and prostitution. Soon, your little Sally, the endearing brownie who was once concerned with her Barbie doll’s newest easy bake oven winds up with her legs spread in the back seat at some concert venue to pay for her passage to the next happening. “Gas, grass, or ass” is the code, or price of admission to this seedy counter culture. As a parent, you should be shocked at the type of bearded ruffians that are inserting their meatsticks into your lovely daughter.
Equally, you should have severe reservations about the drug culture that your son is participating in when he donates his future to the jamband lure. Once, he was a chubby diapered toddler who got into all manner of happy trouble banging pots and pans together. On the jamband circuit, little Johnny is now sharing spit and penetrating std ridden whore holes outside of some behemoth amphitheater. Maybe he’s releasing his seed into porta-lets or glory-holing truckers for $5 a pop just to afford a ticket to the next shindig.
It’s definitely time for church-going adults in America to rise up and help expunge the demonic peril of jambands. Conservatives are well aware of the threats that liberal Hollywood agents of filth are perpetrating. With similar alarm, they must now fear the jamband counter culture and take appropriate action.
I pray it’s not too late for you personally to take preemptive measures that will prevent your children from falling into this hideous lifestyle. Please consult your minister if you have questions or fear that your child is breaking from his or her religious upbringing and showing signs of jamband sin. It is never too early to expose your children to the harsh realities of life and instill in them the fear of Almighty God should they display rebellion or the propensity to listen to this devious form of devil music.
Remember that your financial tax-deductible gift (suggested donation: $20) will assist my efforts to expose and rid the nation of Satanic influences. Please bookmark the National Report and await part two of my expose on the dangers of jam music on our precious youth, “Part Two: The Roots of Rot-The Rise of the Grateful Dead.”
* – Foundation for a Better Tomorrow
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