My first rock show was Iron Maiden with Twisted Sister opening. 1984, Ottawa Civic Centre. Everyone went nuts when Number of the Beast started, with the ominous voice-over reading from Revelations. My friend Kenny knew it by heart:
“Let him that hath understanding reckon the number of the beast: for it is a human number. This number is Six hundred and sixty six.”
Better book that tattoo-removal appointment. It turns out that 666 — the number of the beast — is, ah, uh, misprint. The National Post has the details.
Ellen Aitken, a professor of early Christian history at McGill University, said the discovery appears to spell the end of 666 as the devil’s prime number.