My first LSD trip (officially LSD, who know what all that other stuff was) we decided to see Fellini Satyricon. Yeah. (Zero insights, of course, but I remember scenes that are not in today's versions of the film.) After the film, everybody in the theater looked bizarre, including me in the bathroom mirror. To this day I avoid seeing myself in a mirror when tripping.
I had to go back a few days later and see it again, to determine what was acid and what was Fellini. It was Fellini.
Thanks DC. I have gone back to films I saw back when, and my memory is either off or there has been some editing since, or a combination of both. I have fallen into the mirror world, and one of the memories of a 15 year old is of the face I have now that peeked out for just one moment.
“I don't know where they are, but my gratitude goes out to them still all these years on.”
Oh my word. You’ve captured it so so well. It was 53 years for me and I’m not going to share my experience here, but it was both different and the same.
It was the kindness of strangers who took me in that made my “hippyness” permanent. And - like you - I try to pass that on, repaying those wonderful friends, who I will probably never see again, by caring for and loving those that don’t expect caring and love, even with the knowledge that I will probably never see them again.
Good one. Made you set your foot on your Path.
My first LSD trip (officially LSD, who know what all that other stuff was) we decided to see Fellini Satyricon. Yeah. (Zero insights, of course, but I remember scenes that are not in today's versions of the film.) After the film, everybody in the theater looked bizarre, including me in the bathroom mirror. To this day I avoid seeing myself in a mirror when tripping.
I had to go back a few days later and see it again, to determine what was acid and what was Fellini. It was Fellini.
Thanks DC. I have gone back to films I saw back when, and my memory is either off or there has been some editing since, or a combination of both. I have fallen into the mirror world, and one of the memories of a 15 year old is of the face I have now that peeked out for just one moment.
G
Wow! Country Joe? I have never seen them but remember the music well. What a wild experience.
I've been a huge Dylan fan since that time.
Memphis Blues...speak to me brother!
These days Bob has to share my affection with Leonard Cohen of course.
Thanks for the story love...looking forward to the next.
Jerry
Are you still working on a graphic novel about all of this? I hope so. And happy 70th!
“I don't know where they are, but my gratitude goes out to them still all these years on.”
Oh my word. You’ve captured it so so well. It was 53 years for me and I’m not going to share my experience here, but it was both different and the same.
It was the kindness of strangers who took me in that made my “hippyness” permanent. And - like you - I try to pass that on, repaying those wonderful friends, who I will probably never see again, by caring for and loving those that don’t expect caring and love, even with the knowledge that I will probably never see them again.
We are all Water Brothers in the end.