"The frantic little Christian believes heavy metal is dangerous because it is a convenient target for his hysteria. [...] but what about the Satanic music of Liszt, Wagner, Saint-Saens, Beethoven, Mussorgsky, Paganini, Mendelssohn? Perhaps warning stickers are in order for the works of Cole Porter, Rogers and Hammerstein, Jerome Kern, and Irving Berlin, whose 'Stay Down Here Where You Belong' features a good guy Devil proclaiming, 'You'll find more hate up there than you will down below.' "
- Anton LaVey, The Devil's Notebook
I enjoy performing at open mics, as I see them as a time of shameless self-indulgence in performing the music I feel like performing that day. At the same time, there's still the maxim of "know your audience". Also, I may go to an open mic not knowing what I'll end up playing that night, and sometimes hearing a song from another performer might remind me of something in my repertoire and make me want to play it.
Last night, I was at a local open mic where some older hippies were doing 1960s anti-war songs in their set. On my turn on the stage, I said, "I have an anti-war song from 1918 -- World War One." I'm proud to say it went over very well.
As anybody who's read the appendix of We Are Satanists (or as it was titled in its initial edition, Church of Satan) knows, there is no shortage of Satan songs from the early 1900s. And I don't mean preachy songs warning about Satan, but often songs for example cheering Satan on to take away Kaiser Wilhelm. I've researched and performed a number of these songs myself, including at the Black House for the Church of Satan's 50th anniversary.
Irving Berlin was a composer known for many American classics such as Puttin' On The Ritz, White Christmas, and God Bless America, but he wrote plenty of devil songs, too. Stay Down Where You Belong is one of them. It was a favorite of Groucho Marx, who once performed it on The Dick Cavett show, as well as on his double live album recorded in Carnegie Hall in his final years, An Evening With Groucho. Tiny Tim recorded his own psychadelic rendition. Although Groucho Marx never seemed to sing the song beyond the first verse, his Carnegie Hall version is still my favorite.
