Not that I’m putting any actual effort into having an occult shop, or for that matter, a fourteen year old groupie, but I just thought I’d continue to articulate my goals.
–Have creepy, evil occult shop
–Have lunch with Jimmy Page
–Buy a house
–Dye my own yarn and make me something from it
–Do the dishes
As previously noted, there are any number of problems with the woo-woo shops in Nashville. One, they’re all hung up on making sure that you know that they’re all feel-good, safe places to hang out and buy crystals and talk about aliens. Two, they’re not occult shops so much as New Age shops. They smell like hippie incense. The kids working behind the counter are all so young, why bother to ask them for help with anything? I don’t trust that the herbs are what they say they are.
An occult shop should be dark and poorly lit. There should be a wall of herbs, some imported, some grown out back. There should be someone on staff who can tell your fortune. There should be someone on staff who can give you magical advice and direct you in spell-compilation. It should make the neighbors nervous and seem mildly offensive and scary to the broader community.
And it should be the kind of place you might run into Jimmy Page, should he happen to be in town.
Anyway, this was all a big tangent to get around to the meat of the post, which is ole Page talking about his magical practices in Guitar World— “You mean talismanic magick? Yes, I knew what I was doing. There’s no point in saying about it, because the more you discuss it, the more eccentric you appear to be. But the facts is – as far as I was concerned – it was working, so I used it.”