the unknowable

Yesterday, writing and thinking about rock critic Greil Marcus, thought -- I could write about rock and roll and blues music, etc., but mine would come out all,
"I really really like it.  I really really really really really really LIKE this!  It's really really really really really GOOD!  Turn It UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I could do three hundred pages of that, but "They" probably wouldn't publish it....(sigh)

Flipping through a book about the Grateful Dead lately -- the author includes descriptions of (feel like must Whisper this) the LSD that was available in the early 1960s....SEKIY  ("yikes" backwards)  ...The way the "trips" are described -- I'd read it, and then read the paragraph again, & still not be sure of what the author was trying to give us -- maybe it's indescribable.

Something about -- an opening up of a "seam" in the mind and then the person could see and understand things that they couldn't see and understand before.  But it wasn't too clear what was seen and understood -- seemed like maybe something about how each person is not separate, but all part of one big entity.  Which sounds kind of like religion, in a way.

(That's something I've noticed -- some people leave "Society" ("drop out; tune in...") but then they form, or get into, some other group and wind up with the same amount of "rules" or even more, than Society originally had, so what was the point?)

But getting back to the "acid trips":  I was sort of thinking that when I listen to music, sometimes, maybe the positive impact, and thrill, that I experience is kind of like that "seam" opening up in the mind -- only I don't have to worry about dying accidentally, or whatever.  (And the getting naked and running in the woods near Palo Alto -- yeah, they can keep that, thanks anyhow....)

In elementary school and junior high in Rootstown, Ohio, they had programs in the classrooms to scare us (ehr--mm--I mean, educate us) to Never Take Drugs.  Worked on me -- mission accomplished!

Contemplating the Grateful Dead, and remembering how I never really heard their music until I went to college -- and was thinking about how in today's world, kids have everything at their fingertips, with the internet etc. ...

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Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying
When the moon is half way down
Sometimes when the night is dying
I take me out and I wander around, I wander 'round

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees
Going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose
Breathing more freely

..."Sugar Magnolia"

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