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I was attacked by buccaneers several times in one particular point while growing up in my own small community. Left to die outside I was actually rescued by some people from the Orient who transported me to China for some filming. Then I was sold somewhere into the Netherlands. I ended up performing in a rock 'n' roll concert. It was a very large stage. As I stood there somebody started screaming insults at me telling me loudly to get off the stage. It was that point that one of the men in the band told me to show my musical talent and improvise on stage.
It was a terrible time. I was incredibly frightened and my captors were brutal and verbally abusive. They actually forced me to choose a stage name. It happened that a lot of the most brutal people at the time were also solid members of religion. I chose the mane, in defiance, Rebecca Satan I thought it was a horrible name. But experience shows me that when there is an incredible amount of brutality in a prestigious place, it is simply and practically, impossible to believe. People go into denial and the brutality not only stops, it is actually supported by very solid citizens... This has happened to me on numerous occasions, if you really want to hurt someone for a really long time, and then have your victim go for help and say exactly what happens. It sounds like insanity...
Believe me I was in a very bad mood. Although the music I feel still was brilliant, the words were as you can understand, very disturbed and fraught with violence. However the music was excellent. My voice was in prime shape .and a tape of the concert made it to Canada and was on air for a couple of years.
I just checked for it now and the song that I wrote then has been claimed to be written by a man from the rock band.R.E.M...
I am I am going to send you a link to the music. Although the visual are not mine, the lyrics are pretty close to what I remember when I wrote the song onstage a very long time ago.
And f course, as usual, I have been given no credit for having anything to do with the music.
February 2, 2014: Update:
I have been taking the time and going through some of the music that I heard on the radio as I have lived my life. For most of these, the videos have nothing to do with what I remembered about the music. This is no surprise since I usually listened to these songs only on the radio.
I had no radio of my own so that meant I was listening on someone else's radio. That would be my parents or some of the young girls I associated with in the little cluster of country cottages we went to on the weekends. or in a public place like a shopping center. Or I could learn about music from one of those young girls who often played guitar or had a record collection and a favorite group of records to listen to. I had no money for records. If I listened to any record in my parents home, it would be a recording of music from Broadway hits that my father collected.
However, I did have some contact with music. And when I heard the popular song I did not ask for the explanations behind the music. So since I had no one to talk about how the songs were created, I made up meanings for myself.
The fact that I was usually ignorant about the real meanings of the songs had some unusual repercussions. I would often sing to myself to keep my stamina up. I had to go to school in all types of weather. And one thing my father did teach me was to sing to keep my stamina up. I sang what i heard. And I was heard singing. Occasionally by people who took the music and the meaning very seriously. If someone would hear my thoughts it might have been apparent that I was unprotected and alone a lot of the time. This lead to a series of very casual kidnappings in which I was often brought to live tapings of the very music I would hear on the radio and public places. I became an unpaid escort, a used local girl. I will leave my personal feelings aside on the matter for the moment and state that I did participate in actual and expensive tapings of contemporary song. My input was sought and I was asked to create stories about the action around the song. Often the songs were about people in situations like myself and the musicians researched the song and tapped into my view of the matter. For example, they tapped into the feelings of an unpaid local girl recruited as an escort. It would be great material for a titillating subject.
For this reason, I would be involved in a series of acted situations in which a possible scenario for the song would be concocted. As I finally have the time and the affluence to look at the final tapes and listen more clearly to the final explanation of the songs I see that what I participated in had very little to do with the final version. It was just a research with the tantalizing plus of using a young woman as an escort and bedmate very cheaply.
February 2, 2014: Update:
I have been taking the time and going through some of the music that I heard on the radio as I have lived my life. For most of these, the videos have nothing to do with what I remembered about the music. This is no surprise since I usually listened to these songs only on the radio.
I had no radio of my own so that meant I was listening on someone else's radio. That would be my parents or some of the young girls I associated with in the little cluster of country cottages we went to on the weekends. or in a public place like a shopping center. Or I could learn about music from one of those young girls who often played guitar or had a record collection and a favorite group of records to listen to. I had no money for records. If I listened to any record in my parents home, it would be a recording of music from Broadway hits that my father collected.
However, I did have some contact with music. And when I heard the popular song I did not ask for the explanations behind the music. So since I had no one to talk about how the songs were created, I made up meanings for myself.
The fact that I was usually ignorant about the real meanings of the songs had some unusual repercussions. I would often sing to myself to keep my stamina up. I had to go to school in all types of weather. And one thing my father did teach me was to sing to keep my stamina up. I sang what i heard. And I was heard singing. Occasionally by people who took the music and the meaning very seriously. If someone would hear my thoughts it might have been apparent that I was unprotected and alone a lot of the time. This lead to a series of very casual kidnappings in which I was often brought to live tapings of the very music I would hear on the radio and public places. I became an unpaid escort, a used local girl. I will leave my personal feelings aside on the matter for the moment and state that I did participate in actual and expensive tapings of contemporary song. My input was sought and I was asked to create stories about the action around the song. Often the songs were about people in situations like myself and the musicians researched the song and tapped into my view of the matter. For example, they tapped into the feelings of an unpaid local girl recruited as an escort. It would be great material for a titillating subject.
For this reason, I would be involved in a series of acted situations in which a possible scenario for the song would be concocted. As I finally have the time and the affluence to look at the final tapes and listen more clearly to the final explanation of the songs I see that what I participated in had very little to do with the final version. It was just a research with the tantalizing plus of using a young woman as an escort and bedmate very cheaply.
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