Long live rock


My dead Mom had always said that rock music was ‘The Devil’s own work’. At this point in time, she might have been right.

We’d smashed some gear up after a bad gig, did some coke and Jack, tried fooling with the groupies. Only we were too wasted.

Church had been Mom’s life and she lived by God’s word. Piety was everything to her.

The last line I took was bad. The world spun, went dark, then very light.

‘Hi Mom!’ I said as her hand stretched out to me.

‘Hello Son.’ She purred. ‘ Welcome to Hell’.

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10 Responses to Long live rock

  1. As a Christian, I have to admit I’m taken aback by your story, wondering whether you’re commenting on what you think of Christians or whether it’s simply a story about a mom who hid her dark side. Or was it heaven and it was hell for him because of what he had lived?

    The use of the word “purred” in the last line is very effective. You don’t need the comma after “Jack” in the second paragraph but you could drop it down to “Hi, Mom” and “Hello, Son.”


  2. Jack is ‘Jack Daniels’ the whiskey and like all things, rather good in moderation!

  3. hpliebekraft says:

    Yikes! Cool stuff. I was kind of on the milder side of the whole sex, drugs and rock and roll thing. I liked the rock and roll (still do), really wasn’t into drugs except for a little pot now and then, and fell hard for the man who would become my husband, so I wasn’t promiscuous. Unfortunately, my now ex husband’s favorite part of it all was the drugs.

  4. Wow, I wonder what sins were so bad to leave here there!?

  5. Terrific write.
    Love it.

  6. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Mr. Sands,

    Wherever his mom is, that where hell is. Great story. I know Jack.



  7. Dear Kelly,

    There’s a lot written between the lines here. Terrific story.



  8. Ah… back to mom … every one has an individual hell.. wonder if it was heaven for her?

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