I can’t image playing with weapons on acid! I’ve had a couple of ‘less than optimal’ trips where I would have really lost it in the presence of explosions and gunfire…
I am reminded of Joni Mitchell’s wonderful lyric from ‘Woodstock’*:
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
There is something PROFOUNDLY obscene about mixing expanded consciousness and murder machines… a VERY bad trip!
- Sky
* it’s ironic that although she was signed to play play the epochal gig, schedule conflicts prevented her from actually making it. She wrote THE song about Woodstock though!
I knew this guy once, let’s call him Max, who claims he did a couple hits in Seattle on the 4th of July and had a pretty wicked time. First, he says, he went riding around the city on his bike and got bewilderingly lost, then wound up on Queen Anne Hill after sunset and thought he’d stumbled into a war zone with all the private fireworks going on that were each raining down on him and sounding like random bursts of automatic gunfire with the occasional howitzer blast. Then he finally managed to escape to a bike trail out along Lake Washington or something which was fairly peaceful until he smashed head to head with another bicyclist in the pitch dark. Thanks to his helmet he lived and limped home to the apartment he was staying in and sat for several hours tripping with a mild concussion. His host came in and thought Max looked a little strange at which point he was glad to have nearly killed himself so he had an excuse to look whacked.
I love the men attempting to do constructive activity despite the effects of the drug. There’s a couple of those in every crowd. No clue, no clue.
Great video.
So who’s got the ’shrooms?
Comment on December 9, 2009 @ 7:20 pm
Hey, no slurs on Senrab. Everytime we tripped together he was just as whacked out as the rest of us.
Uh, joke, there.
He was always building weird shit, is what he was doing.
I wonder what ever happened to that party tape-loop, with the microphones in different rooms.
Comment on December 9, 2009 @ 8:16 pm
I didn’t think I had anyone in particular in mind, but now that you mention it…
Comment on December 9, 2009 @ 10:48 pm
I can’t image playing with weapons on acid! I’ve had a couple of ‘less than optimal’ trips where I would have really lost it in the presence of explosions and gunfire…
I am reminded of Joni Mitchell’s wonderful lyric from ‘Woodstock’*:
And I dreamed I saw the bombers
Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies
Above our nation
There is something PROFOUNDLY obscene about mixing expanded consciousness and murder machines… a VERY bad trip!
- Sky
* it’s ironic that although she was signed to play play the epochal gig, schedule conflicts prevented her from actually making it. She wrote THE song about Woodstock though!
Comment on December 11, 2009 @ 5:04 am
I knew this guy once, let’s call him Max, who claims he did a couple hits in Seattle on the 4th of July and had a pretty wicked time. First, he says, he went riding around the city on his bike and got bewilderingly lost, then wound up on Queen Anne Hill after sunset and thought he’d stumbled into a war zone with all the private fireworks going on that were each raining down on him and sounding like random bursts of automatic gunfire with the occasional howitzer blast. Then he finally managed to escape to a bike trail out along Lake Washington or something which was fairly peaceful until he smashed head to head with another bicyclist in the pitch dark. Thanks to his helmet he lived and limped home to the apartment he was staying in and sat for several hours tripping with a mild concussion. His host came in and thought Max looked a little strange at which point he was glad to have nearly killed himself so he had an excuse to look whacked.
Comment on December 11, 2009 @ 10:46 am
What a bullshit story.
Comment on December 11, 2009 @ 10:55 am