I haven't listened to any of the Riley compositions but will have to check them out.
After I bought their collaborations with Clint Mansell, I was inspired to try another album. I bought Ghost Opera and pulled my usual trick of bringing it into the warehouse I worked at to play on the community stereo (I loved bringing in different stuff than the one Godsmack album the guys kept rotating). I had not listened to it yet, It was a very...challenging album and I was not their favorite person that day.
This is great. I laughed out loud at the warning to not take LSD and watch Fire Walk With Me. LSD is amazing. I haven’t tripped since the late 90s, but my experiences definitely marked a before and after moment that changed my brain and made me a better person. Lynch also changed my brain and made me a better writer. Lynch came before LSD but the two were a strong influence from 96-99, specifically, as a driving force in me finding myself.
Very cool, Tim! One thing that's nice about these tributes to Lynch is acknowledging what an iconoclast he was, especially before Twin Peaks. We needed artists that encouraged and inspire us to leave home, to go against the status quo, to take risks in our art. And when you're young these things are nothing less than heroic because there are so many forces working against you.
I haven't taken acid since 1993. None of my half dozen or so acid trips involved art or culture (I wish I had experienced that at least once). Almost all were spent outdoors, hiking around the woods, hanging on a rock along a river in Big Sur in the summer, wandering around wheat fields in Walla Walla where I was in college. I wasn't connecting with art, but I was connecting with friends, and maybe myself. I remember the experiences always on balance being positive. But at some point during EVERY trip I had a down moment (the bad trip part). Usually because some negative, fleeting thought entered my bain and took over. Luckily it was usually short lived and I got thru it -- often with the help of one of my buds. And while every trip was positive, almost every time, I felt abolute fucking shit -- like I was run over by a truck -- for about 24 hours after the trip. Or maybe that was the Jose Cuervo that often accompanied the acid. For some reason, we craved that shit tequila when dosing. Hmmmm.
I hear you! Those post-trip hangovers were gruesome. For me it was cheap vodka. Before I took it, I thought of LSD as hard drugs, like PCP and was afraid to try it. The guy I did it with that first time said I'd probably laugh my ass off the whole time. That was a good way to go into it and it always felt like a joyful thing to me--even when other people were having a bad trip--I could pull them out of it. When I as tripping and my roommates were being lame I would often go down to the New River and watch the water go by. One night we set a foam mattress on fire on the riverbank and it went up like gangbusters. We pushed it into the river hoping to put the fire out but it floated and that pyre illuminated the river, the trees, the mountain slope. It's still one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
I found myself nodding my head in prolonged, inspired agreement while reading your closing lines: “The work is looking out for the barriers that others put on us and those we put on ourselves that prevent us from experiencing the sublime beauty of the world as only we can see it.”
Good stuff amigo
Thank you!
Enjoyed this one, bud!
Thanks, Aaron!
That Kronos track is amazing! I very recently got their tribute to Sun Ra but still haven't taken the time to give it a proper listen.
The whole record of Terry Riley compositions is incredible.
I haven't listened to any of the Riley compositions but will have to check them out.
After I bought their collaborations with Clint Mansell, I was inspired to try another album. I bought Ghost Opera and pulled my usual trick of bringing it into the warehouse I worked at to play on the community stereo (I loved bringing in different stuff than the one Godsmack album the guys kept rotating). I had not listened to it yet, It was a very...challenging album and I was not their favorite person that day.
That's great! I love shit like that. You're going to listen whether you like it or not!
Loved this piece!
Thank you, Vince!
This is great. I laughed out loud at the warning to not take LSD and watch Fire Walk With Me. LSD is amazing. I haven’t tripped since the late 90s, but my experiences definitely marked a before and after moment that changed my brain and made me a better person. Lynch also changed my brain and made me a better writer. Lynch came before LSD but the two were a strong influence from 96-99, specifically, as a driving force in me finding myself.
Very cool, Tim! One thing that's nice about these tributes to Lynch is acknowledging what an iconoclast he was, especially before Twin Peaks. We needed artists that encouraged and inspire us to leave home, to go against the status quo, to take risks in our art. And when you're young these things are nothing less than heroic because there are so many forces working against you.
I haven't taken acid since 1993. None of my half dozen or so acid trips involved art or culture (I wish I had experienced that at least once). Almost all were spent outdoors, hiking around the woods, hanging on a rock along a river in Big Sur in the summer, wandering around wheat fields in Walla Walla where I was in college. I wasn't connecting with art, but I was connecting with friends, and maybe myself. I remember the experiences always on balance being positive. But at some point during EVERY trip I had a down moment (the bad trip part). Usually because some negative, fleeting thought entered my bain and took over. Luckily it was usually short lived and I got thru it -- often with the help of one of my buds. And while every trip was positive, almost every time, I felt abolute fucking shit -- like I was run over by a truck -- for about 24 hours after the trip. Or maybe that was the Jose Cuervo that often accompanied the acid. For some reason, we craved that shit tequila when dosing. Hmmmm.
I hear you! Those post-trip hangovers were gruesome. For me it was cheap vodka. Before I took it, I thought of LSD as hard drugs, like PCP and was afraid to try it. The guy I did it with that first time said I'd probably laugh my ass off the whole time. That was a good way to go into it and it always felt like a joyful thing to me--even when other people were having a bad trip--I could pull them out of it. When I as tripping and my roommates were being lame I would often go down to the New River and watch the water go by. One night we set a foam mattress on fire on the riverbank and it went up like gangbusters. We pushed it into the river hoping to put the fire out but it floated and that pyre illuminated the river, the trees, the mountain slope. It's still one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.
I found myself nodding my head in prolonged, inspired agreement while reading your closing lines: “The work is looking out for the barriers that others put on us and those we put on ourselves that prevent us from experiencing the sublime beauty of the world as only we can see it.”
Thanks.
You know it, Travis!
Hell yeah
Thanks, Kevin!
Good stuff, Jim!
Thanks, Aug! Likewise!