The year is 1983 (or maybe 1984). My family and I, we are coming back from summer vacation at a camp. My father turns on the car radio for the local station. It’s a priest yammering about sin and modern way of life leading to depravation and Hell. He starts ranting on hidden satanic messages that you can hear when you play rock songs backwards.
He starts playing a Beatles song. My dad raises an eyebrow. Paul Cartney repeats ‘number nine’ several times and the priest plays that part backwards, and now we hear (sort of) : ‘turn me on, dead man’. The priest then declares this a proof that the Beatles were necrophiliacs.
I turn to my dad and ask him : “Dad, what’s negrophila?”.
My dad shuts off the radio and immediately asks us, merrily : “Who wants to sing some songs?”
And that was the end of it.
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