Folks, this trilogy is called The Prodigal Band Trilogy for a reason! And the reason is this: the parable within the Gospels spoken to the Apostles by Christ Himself that gave the most inspiration to this trilogy was the Parable of the Prodigal (Lost) Son within the Gospel of Luke Chapter 15. The parable is below, and has been during my entire life one of my favorite parables. My other two favorite parables have also been referenced in my Biblical References Snippet posts—the Parable of the Laborers in the Vineyard and the Parable of the Talents. All three work together to impart my mission message, but it made more sense to me, what with my trilogy about a rock band that gains fame and fortune but loses their ‘souls’ so to speak, to call this the Prodigal Band Trilogy, where the ‘prodigal band’ meets (spiritually) the ‘prodigal son.’
Before I go on, let me explain the meanings of prodigal and prodigy. The ‘prodigal son’ is ‘lost’ because of wasteful extravagance. He is wasting his ‘inheritance’ (or, in the case of my prodigal band members) or ‘talents.’ Three of the band members, singer Erik, bassist Keith, and keyboard synthist Bry, are also child prodigies, possessing ‘extraordinary talent’ at singing and music playing as children through inheritance from ancestors. Instead of throwing their given talents into classical music or opera singing where they could make good incomes, they instead choose rock stardom, as they could then acquire extravagant fame and especially fortune. And we all know the lifestyles of rock stars, right? Sex, drugs, and rock and roll…
Below is the parable from Luke 15 (copyright-free King James Version):
{15:11} And he said, A certain man had two sons:
{15:12} And the younger of them said to [his] father,
Father, give me the portion of goods that falleth [to me.]
And he divided unto them [his] living. {15:13} And not
many days after the younger son gathered all together, and
took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his
substance with riotous living. {15:14} And when he had
spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he
began to be in want. {15:15} And he went and joined
himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his
fields to feed swine. {15:16} And he would fain have filled
his belly with the husks that the swine did eat: and no man
gave unto him. {15:17} And when he came to himself, he
said, How many hired servants of my father’s have bread
enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! {15:18} I
will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him,
Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee,
{15:19} And am no more worthy to be called thy son: make
me as one of thy hired servants. {15:20} And he arose, and
came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his
father saw him, and had compassion, and ran, and fell on his
neck, and kissed him. {15:21} And the son said unto him,
Father, I have sinned against heaven, and in thy sight, and
am no more worthy to be called thy son. {15:22} But the
father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put
[it] on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on [his]
feet: {15:23} And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill [it;]
and let us eat, and be merry: {15:24} For this my son was
dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found. And they
began to be merry. {15:25} Now his elder son was in the
field: and as he came and drew nigh to the house, he heard
musick and dancing. {15:26} And he called one of the
servants, and asked what these things meant. {15:27} And
he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath
killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and
sound. {15:28} And he was angry, and would not go in:
therefore came his father out, and intreated him. {15:29}
And he answering said to [his] father, Lo, these many years
do I serve thee, neither transgressed I at any time thy
commandment: and yet thou never gavest me a kid, that I
might make merry with my friends: {15:30} But as soon as
this thy son was come, which hath devoured thy living with
harlots, thou hast killed for him the fatted calf. {15:31} And
he said unto him, Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I
have is thine. {15:32} It was meet that we should make
merry, and be glad: for this thy brother was dead, and is
alive again; and was lost, and is found.
In part one of this “prodigal son meets prodigal band” set of posts is explained the first part of the parable, verses 11 through 13, the ‘riotous living’ part, and Chapter Six of Battle of the Band is loaded with these scenes. The prodigal band is partying at the estate outside of the fictitious California coastal city of Richmont, which is considered a hotbed of occultism. The estate called Hellside Horror House is owned by a horror TV channel couple that host a horror TV show, Andre` and Cheetah. Along with the band are fellow rockers, celebrities and groupies that are also witches. In the first snippet bassist Keith is with singer and lover Lisa Brent planning as sex-capade shortly.
However, as the bash reached full swing, the bassist stood with Lisa at the foot of the stairway leading to the guest rooms. She wore silver lace panties and halter top while Mullock wore his usual black leather trousers and assorted chains.
Lisa teased him. “Will you be spending time with me tonight, or do you have other plans?”
He answered with a rogue’s smile. “Will you spend time with me now? This party’s a bit of a bore, eh?”
Keith then looked around. Man, there hasn’t been a bash arranged for us on this whole bloody tour that can compare to what we could do for ourselves. And where the hell is that skuz tray? To Lisa he said, “So, what you need, babe?” Lowered her halter top and plucked on her exposed nipple.
“I want you for longer than just now.”
But he didn’t hear her as he saw a ghoulishly dressed waiter approach with the tray. “Is that skuz?”
“Yes, sir.”
Keith took a pinch in his left index finger and thumb and sniffed. Instant ego trip.
“I’m a married man. It’s gonna have to be now.” He butted his forehead against hers. “I live for now, sweet love, and what I want now is a damned good lay.” Laughing with abandon, his black eyes glowed. “You’re me lover, not me wife.”
In the second snippet guitarist-producer Mick, his bisexual partner, Adam Bloodlove (as satanic singer), and Andre`, owner of the estate, are discussing occultic rituals of a fictitious Celtic cannibal cult called the Crag-Dwellers. Later, drummer Tom (aka ‘Shorty’) and others attacked the three playing at another ‘ritual’ the Crag-Dwellers were known for.
Mick, Andre’ Cool, and Adam Bloodlove lounged in Cool’s dungeon-like bedroom, listening to the guitarist’s tales of the Crag-Dwellers.
Cool asked, “Where’d you learn these stories?”
“I formed the Druid Family. Mostly, for fun—and sex. But these people weren’t really Druids, eh? My cult’s based on the Order of the Crag-Dwellers, a secret society that lived at the time of the Druid priests. The Crag-Dwellers were cannibals.”
“No shit? Cannibals?”
“Yeh. They turned cannibal when the Druids tried to drive them out of their huts by the crags. The Crag-Dwellers believed that if they ate the flesh of an animal, they acquired the spirit and power of that animal. So, they applied that rule to people’s spirits as well. If they ate Druid priests, they acquire the Druid’s power.”
“But why did the Crag-Dwellers burn the children instead of eating them?”
Mick said cynically, “Because children have no power. So, they fried.”
“What else did the Crag-Dwellers do?” Bloodlove asked.
“Well, they also— Hey, wait a bit, eh? You know, I could show you outside. Andre’, you got a pond here, eh?”
“Yeah, about a half-mile behind the house.”
“Okay, I’ll show you what they did, and, on the way, I’ll tell you about it.”
Mick proceeded to tell the story of how the Crag-Dwellers gouged the eyes of their victims.
(Later, Mick, Bloodlove and Andre` are discussing devil worship, when….)
“Come on,” Bloodlove said, “let’s get on with it.” He turned to Cool. “We can’t waste any frogs, eh?”
“No.”
“Well then,” Bloodlove winked at Mick, “we’ll just have to kill you.”
He and Mick jumped Cool, sending the victim to the ground. Adam grabbed at Andre’s eyes.
“Get the hell off me!”
Bloodlove and Mick rolled off Cool, laughing with gusto.
Suddenly several bodies flailed at the three, chanting nonsense while grabbing at hair.
One of the new arrivals carried some twine and yelled, “Tie them up!”
The gang picked up the trio and shoved and marched them over to some trees. Mick, Adam, and Andre’, by now having been stripped to their ankles, were tied to an oak tree.
The curly blond among the gang got out his cigarette lighter and torched some tall grass under the trees, shrieking, “The Crag-Dwellers be avenged!” He gathered the others in a laughter-filled war-dance around the growing fire. “Burn the beastly Druids!” Tom’s face glowed orange by the budding blaze as he jabbed at Mick. “Skin them alive!”
Mick and the other two had enough and broke free of the bondage. “Okay, Shorty, put the fire out! Now!” The three stomped on the fire, and others used whatever devices they carried to take water from the pond onto the now smoky blaze.
In the third snippet, singer Erik and his groupie, Rona—a witch among others at the party—are about to have sex after dealing with a ‘frog for a witches brew’ by a pond on the estate. While the singer and groupie are having naked sex, two other witch groupies meet up with the others that had attacked Mick, Adam and Andre`, getting them to also try attacking Erik and Rona, but they escape in time, running into a pool. When they towel themselves off in the bathhouse, they run into bassist Keith and another of his groupies, Lolita, coming out to also enter the pool.
“God, Erik! You sounded like you enjoyed killing that poor baby frog,” Rona pouted as she squatted down to kiss her man for the evening.
The singer, still grasping the hapless amphibian, cocked his head to face the nineteen-year-old with cascading, shiny black hair. “Haven’t you heard? I eat frogs before I make love. That way, my pecker becomes more slippery and—juicy.” He ran his tongue over his sweaty lips and whispered, “Join me, luv, in my carnal feast.”
Their lashing tongues caressed each other’s mouths.
The frog squirted out of his grasp.
“Oh, no!” Rita shouted. “My frog got away!” She looked down at the writhing couple. “I thought you killed that frog, Erik! Why’d you let him get away?”
“Because,” the singer looked at her and smiled, “some things are more important than frog’s eyes for your witches’ brew, eh? Why don’t you and Lindsay go see if you can find that frog again, and Ro and I will catch you later, eh?”
Rita, disappointed, turned away. “Fine, Erik. Let’s go Lindsay. We’ll get our own frog, and we’ll make a potion and cast a spell on the two of them.” When she looked back, a naked Rona mounted a naked Erik.
Later, a torchlight parade saw the two girls coming toward them. “Witches!” Cheetah called out. “Burn those witches!”
The gang war-whooped and swooped down on the two.
“Wait! Wait!” Rita shouted. “We’re not witches. We’re hunting witches, and we got two of ‘em over there.” She pointed to where they left the lovers.
The growing throng danced down upon the passionate twosome, who got up immediately and ran furiously toward the house, still naked.
When Erik and Rona reached the veranda—the others in hot pursuit—they shut off the outside lights, then walked silently into the pool. The darkness caused three others to fall into the water.
Then— Flash went the lights. Crash! Went the music, to begin the next party round. Splash! Went half the wasted guests into the light-sparkling refreshment.
Untouched by the ‘witch-hunters,’ Erik and Rona walked arm-in-arm out of the water toward the bath house to towel themselves, their clothes still out at the pond. When they entered the small building, they found Keith and Lolita resting limp with exhaustion on the floor.
“Oh, sorry about interrupting,” Rona apologized.
Lolita covered herself with a towel.
“No need for that, girl,” Keith snickered. “They were just leaving.”
“Fancy meeting you here, bro.”
“Oh, fancy that. You still here.”
Rona sensed trouble between the two blood brothers. “Well, that’s okay. We just came in for towels and—”
“No matter, lovely wench,” Keith said. “We’ve been here long enough. Shall we go, my precious?”
He and Lolita strutted outside to a scene of rollicking hedonism exploding to the sound of gnashing metal and ghoulish cries.
Let’s party in Hell. We make it so well!
Move over, Sweet Satan for the party in Hell!
They ran, crying, “Let’s party in Hell!” as their momentum hurled them into the water.
In part two, the consequences of this wasteful extravagance are dealt with, as with verses 14 through 17 of the parable. Links to buy the trilogy books and download the free PDF The Prodigal Band are in the menu above (and I have lowered the prices on both of the original books, as well as shipping costs!)
The Prodigal Band Trilogy © 2019 by Deborah Lagarde, Battle of the Band © 1996 by Deborah Lagarde, The Prophesied Band © 1998 by Deborah Lagarde and The Prodigal Band © 2018 by Deborah Lagarde. Permission needed to copy any materials off this page.
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