I watched the Lovecraft: Fear of the Unknown documentary last night. It was quite interesting. His mother was beyond psychotic though I wonder if perhaps had he not been so mothered to death like that, would he have written the same type of material?
When it was over, I fired up Call of Ktulu by Metallica and closed my eyes. After all the flashings of Lovecraftian imagery in my head had passed, I saw The Great Old One rising up from the depths of R'lyeh during the last 30 seconds of the song. I experienced a chill like none before as I felt his large, scaly, slimy hand reach for my puny body as he proceeded to drag me down...down...
...down...