ultimate Awe is accessible to all. Fusion is the key to Awe. Through the
divine intercession of The God of the Guitar, Richard Scherer, the supreme
creator of fusion here on earth. From on high he descended down to this
worldly plane to save humanity from falling into the abyss of ignorance
and despair. Bringing with him the life force known as "Awe".
Hailed as a saint and spiritual master by his followers who have
experienced Awe, he has resurrected the art of music from its cultural
demise, and has inspired Awe in countless millions throughout the world.
As a cosmic messenger from another dimension he transmits Awe across space
and time. His mystical music motivates and stimulates listeners into action
for the cause. His disciples know intuitively exactly what to do. Their
mission is to listen. The primal sound of the universe beckons them to
obey the laws of harmony and love as heard through Jazzcult.
In this upper house the high and mighty Guitar god sitteth on the throne,
weareth the crown, playeth the guitar, holding court amongst his subjects
and fans. Each concert is like a religious ceremony celebrating the happiness
and joy of fusion—or a requiem for the infidels: those who know not fusion.
From the pulpit of progressive jazzrock he preaches through word and deed,
singing of the glory and majesty of Awe. Every performance is a mystical
experience plunging worshippers into a catatonic state of ecstasy which
he controls through the medium of fusion.
This is the state of consciousness necessary for the attainment of Awe.
Initiates sacrifice themselves by surrendering their souls to the music.
With reckless abandon they fling themselves at his feet and gladly give
anything for the fulfillment of fusion's feast, the achievement of Awe.
No other musician can facilitate this experience. Many have tried but
failed miserably. Only he, the chosen one, can invoke the spirits to rise
up within him and create the most Awe-inspiring music ever heard.
Some say the quest for Awe is blatant hedonism, a self-indulgent, ego-driven exercise in sinful wickedness. The unenlightened herd think that to lust after this sensual
pleasure as the highest good is bad. That's because they havenít experienced this phenomena—or else theyíd know better. They have not yet been in Awe. The feeling
is sublime. Listeners under the influence are in a state of pure bliss. Those who are not in Awe are in hell.
Those who are unable to achieve Awe through Jazzcult are regarded as the infidels—a lesser
breed. They must be pitied, for they are the quivering quintessence of
fear, afraid to face the fact that fusion is fantastic. Nothing else can
blow the minds of those under its effect. So friends, donít be fooled
by cheep imitations. Accept no substitutes. Donít delude yourself. Donít
fall into that trap. Fusion is the way. Therefore fans want to be deprogrammed from
the old ways and rebrainwashed with the awesome new sound of fusion. And
Jazzcult is the premiere purveyor of fusion in the new millennium.
Donít bang your head against the wall pretending that fusion doesn'tít exist.
Accept it. Itís here to stay. Vibrating through everything as the universal
substance, from which Awe is gleaned. Donít fight it. You canít win. Itís
too strong. You are an insignificant nothing by comparison. Surrender
or else face the consequences. The only alternative to fusion is apathy
and ignorance. Donít settle for music from the past. Let it rest in peace.
Live for now in a state of Awe. Youíll be glad you did. Shed the raggedy
garbs of pop music and rise from the burnt out ashes of rock ní roll,
to be reborn as a beautiful new being of light and happiness. Stop the
stale stench of metal fatigue and ban the blues from beating on your eardrums.
Let the omnipotent sound of fusion fill your head and blow your mind.
Jazzcult is the true fusion label selling 100% genuine Awe in every CD.
And each live show is power-packed with double-doses of Awe. The Jazzcult
scriptures and gospel according to Richard emphatically state that strict
adherence to the laws of fusion are required. And only he can bring forth
Awe. The high priests and tribunal of Jazzcult elders confer daily to
analyze and decipher hidden codes in his music. Searching for keys to
unlock the forbidden knowledge that is his. Ritualistic orgies in the
form of public performances are grandiose displays of wild fusion sex-fests.
Women dance topless on tabletops in frenzied states of mad delirium, while
some like sheep stand dazed in amazement. Still others, with eyes rolled
back, faint unconscious and drop to the floor, trampled by the harem mob
charging the stage.
What possesses a man to do these wondrous works? How can one man be so
great? Perhaps it is too philosophical a question to comprehend, so we
must accept it through faith. Suffice it to say that it's the master plan
of creation, the source of all good. From whence he was delivered with
guitar in hand, to spread the word. And the word is "Awe", the fundamental
motivating force of the cosmos. What does it take to achieve such epic
accomplishments? More than is humanly possible, to be sure. It takes being
ordained at birth, or perhaps at conception, to be the one who has come
into this form of existence for the purpose of leading the population
of earth into a spectacular new age of aesthetic awareness, through fusion.
In the beginning he said, "Let there be sound". And out of the void came
sound. Over the eons the earth took shape, and after many more thousands
of years the human race finally became ready to receive Awe, as manifested
through Richard Scherer. It was only a matter of time. But why him? Ours
is not to question why, ours is but to do or die. Do what fusion dictates.
Join together in harmony for the one supreme love.
The secret is out. The time has come. The age of fusion is here. In fact
it's long over due, as evidenced by popular culture. The world is in desperate
need of fresh creativity. Its dependence on technology has led to the
extinction of artists as a species. So, along comes our beloved leader,
whose teachings have taught about the laws of fusion. We know that someone
must assume the musical godhead in human form.
But some say that Richard Scherer is not human at all, but a hybrid alien,
part cyborg. The implant in his left eye is really a micro processing guidance
system remote controlled like a puppet by his masters orbiting high above
the earth in the mother ship. This theory is now believed by the general
public due to public relations programming over the last 50 years. But
it's no longer science-fiction. Richard Scherer is for real. He has been
tested and certified. His plan is indelibly etched into his psyche. His
plight is to free mankind from the shackles of substandard music, and
to infuse a brave new agenda to replace the old feeble ways.
It has been a painful transition, but we're starting to evolve en masse
now. And with this psychological evolution comes a new understanding of,
and appreciation for, fusion. The former baggage of lesser music is left
by the wayside as we move forward progressing ever upward in search of
Awe. The ultimate reward.