Rock & Roll Ghost Stories
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by Stacy McArdle
Description: In this first-ever anthology dedicated to musicians and ghosts, discover personal accounts of hauntings experienced by bands around the world. From phantom backup singers to studio menaces, vivid apparitions to uninvited, overnight guests, the tragic ghost of Frankie Vali's daughter to a seemingly spiteful Elvis, a human-flinging spirit to comforting visits from deceased parents, this volume is packed with both uplifting and horrifying accounts.
eBook Publisher: Charles River Press, 2010 2010
eBookwise Release Date: October 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [151 KB]
Reading time: 80-112 min.
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Luke Boerdam of VIOLENT SOHO
My ghost story takes place at a band rehearsal many years ago when our band first started practicing. We didn't have much money so we borrowed a youth hall at the back of a church. It was a huge warehouse-style shed with several rooms for the local youth group. It also had a thrift store in a room at the front of the building.
The church was always a scary place at night. For years there were rumours of satanic groups who would call evil on the church in the hills behind the property. When we were kids, we would always go up there and find strange things -- bones from dead animals (like sheep and goats), cars that had been burnt to their frame, weird markings, and tents in different spaces. I don't know if this has anything to do with what I saw that night but the whole area always had an eerie and uneasy feeling to it.
One night I forgot my wallet and I had to drive back to the rehearsal space, it was around 1AM in the morning. I had to park my car further away from the hall than usual because they closed the entrance gate. I was about 50m away. I walked to the room, collected my wallet, and half way on returning I heard steps behind me. I stopped and looked. Nothing was there. I kept walking and then heard the noises again. The park was made of loose bitumen and small stones, so when you walked it made a loud cracking noise. Again I looked, but nothing. A third time I kept walking and the steps were literally matching my own. I started running and looked behind me, there was nothing. I sprinted to my car door and got into the front seat. I turned on my headlights and straight ahead of me I saw a figure in the thrift store staring at me with their hands pressed against the glass. I got so scared; my body froze and I was speechless. I quickly put my car in reverse and drove out of there very fast.
I later drove to my bass player's house where the rest of the band was. They said my face was white and that they had never seen me like this. It really freaked me out, all for a couple of weeks to get over it. This is my one and only ghost story.
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Edgar Legzdins of PLANE
See, I reside in my own recording studio, called Blue Room Studio, located on State and Superior in Chicago. The building is one block south of the Holy Name Cathedral. It's a rear building surrounded by condos owned by the Gold Coast rich.
When the Playboy Club was still in Chicago, Hugh Heffner lived in the condos just in front of my recording studio. The story goes he was dating a very young and beautiful Catholic girl for awhile and she was expecting marriage. When Hugh left her she hanged herself in the condo. It is believed her spirit now roams the Holy Name Cathedral across the street, the line of condos and my recording studio.
Upon moving in, I was told this story by the maintenance people. One of the very first nights recording this is what happened. I was in the control room late around 3am when I heard scuffling in the live room. Mics were still on but the musicians had left. I then noticed a pen rolling across the table and papers falling down. Then, suddenly, a light bulb in the control room exploded and projected out of its socket. The bulb fell to the floor and I picked it up. The missing glass from the bulb was shaped in a heart. True story.
P.S. Things come full circle. My picture will be in the December 2007 issue of Playboy. I play the role of a serial killer in the pictorial of a Stephen King short story.
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Cody Canada of CROSS CANADIAN RAGWEED
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Ragweed's utterly natural Southwestern rock style abounds on 'Happiness and All The Other Things'. The 12-track opus opens with a one/two punch/kiss combo that sets the band's wide parameters: The fiercely rocking road tale '51 Pieces' followed by a sweet taste of the Texas Hill Country springtime on 'Blue Bonnets,' whose sparse and lovely arrangement features harmonium by Joe Hardy (the star recording engineer who mixed the album) and dobro by noted musician and producer Lloyd Maines (also the father of Dixie Chick Natalie Maines). And then it only gets better.
When we first started the band, we had heard that Randy's house was haunted, and pretty immediately we saw the signs. The one that made me leave the house was the night we practiced and something kept brushing my leg. I thought it was Randy's little sister, Mandi. I was singing with my eyes closed so I didn't see anything. When I opened them after the song, I noticed Mandi asleep on the couch. So, I left my eyes open on the next song. The next time, it was a tug on my pant legs as I was looking at Mandi across the room. I put my guitar down and said, "Well that's enough. I'm out."
We saw a lot of black orbs. One night all the guitars were put in cases and Randy's mom and I heard somebody playing - knowing good and well nobody was there except us. She said it was Randy's grandpa. Mandi also used to point at dark corners and say, "Who's that scary man?" then run away crying. TO HELL WITH THAT!
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Hope Grimm of THE DROWNING CRIB (and formerly TECHNIKULT OF FLESH)
A very true ghost story...
Phoenix, Arizona. 1993. I had broken up with my drug addict boyfriend after he pulled a gun on me. I decided it was time to go on my own. I had moved into a studio apartment by myself.
One evening, I came out of the shower, put my hair up in a towel wrap and looked into the hall mirror. I felt something was watching me from behind. I turned around and saw this long black-haired man in a white shirt quickly move towards me. I tried to back away and he simply went right through me and into the kitchen area, and right through the refrigerator. I felt my chest had caved in and I lost all my breath from the shock of it all. It seemed he was running from something. I never saw him again for the next 4 months living there.