lostblackdog
05-24-2005, 02:41 AM
So, I'm feeling as though it has become almost a given characteristic that my posts shall begin with either the words "So," or "Okay... so."
Anyways.... Here's my newest psychedelic experience... and it involves very little in regards to the drugs that were meandering tither and thither in the confines of my cardiovascular and gastrointestinal systems... oddly enough...
My grandmother (as a few of you may or may not know by now) has been in the hospital for quite some time because she had apparently grown two unnecessary abscesses on her spinal cord... and unlike just removing a tumor, or a wart... they have had to be extra careful with her. This woman is as frail as a faberge egg and as Old-Atlanta-Money as they come. See, way back when... great great grandaddy was a superior court judge who saw a doctor and received coca-cola as a treatment for a sore tooth and a general pickmeup to help him throughout the day (as the city was kinda sorta starting to become a landmark location). Great Great grandaddy loved his medication so much, that he even loaned some old-ass family money to the apothecary who was treatin' his aches and pains... Thus, our family has always had a rather nice sum of money throughout nearly 6 and eventually going on 7 or 8 generations... etc, all as a result of providing a little hope for an up and coming corporation in it's early stages of development.... yeah.... you know the one... hell, i'm drinkin' some right now!
The issue, however, is that we're slowly but surely using up the last of our resources, so like any other baby-boom era(ish) 50 year old couple of this day and age... my parents have decided to take over the financial management of their parents' trusts,cds, and so on. As a result, they have both bought two convertables: a 2002 mazda miata, and a 2005 chrystler "touring edition" seabring. So, guess who got to drive the mini-van home? That's right... me.... their ever-loving 21 year old son! :)
So, I hopped into the 2001 Pontiac Montana and cranked 'er up for the 15 minute ride home from the Chrystler dealership, but little did I know the wonderous experience that was building right before my very eyes....
Static... "....er....toda....span......." was all I could make out on the radio. I quickly noted that this was certainly not what my mother and I had been listening to on the ride over, so I checked the myriad on switches, knobs, blinking bulbous buttons and do-dads... and eventually the noise mysteriously changed.
Someone had apparently called this radio station, which I figured out was mounted on the top of the dash... a Sirius digital radio... something I was vaguely familiar with... only from commercials, and I never thought more of them other than simply another way to pollute the air waves with advertisement propaganda. This person... this teenage-sounding.... probably a 14 year old... blond haired... green-shirted masculine figure....(in my mind at least) was calling in for some more Warren Haynes tunes... along with some Gov't Mule... a group which my uncle, Tinsley Ellis, has played with and whom I personally have spoken with occasionally whenever they're around. I was kinda already groovin' to the music on the ride over to the dealership... mainly because I heard my aunt's old band... Widespread Panic... on the radio. Not to be an asshole or anything, but sersiously... my aunt sang with them and helped them get their first major deal... then they decided they didn't want a female vocalist as the front-woman (person?), so they gave her the boot... and she's been a bitch to handle ever since.... however... she did marry a fucking awesome blues guitarist... and I have loved both of them, and their bands throughout the entire cycle of my life... now back to the pontiac....
So, I was groovin' along the the Mule and Haynes, when all of a sudden the song ended, and this other band started jammin' on the box. I took my eyes off the road... which was beautiful considering this time of year, and also the lovely cloud and blue-sky blended horizon panning out over the horizon of the mountains in which I live. It was a blur of purple, pink, blue, white, yellows in the grasses, and greens on the trees.... even the road seemed a little lavender in contrast to the bright blue sky.... it was orgasmic... and then some... to say the least.
I let go of this gorgeous panoramic view of spectacular vibrations and colors, only for a second to read the name of this band... this group called Railroad Earth.... and then I kept on driving......... for a very long... mellow... traffic-less and worry free length of relative time.... It was a high that I have only felt once before... as far as I recall.... drinking a beer and weaving hemp jewelry in the light of the sunset on the third floor of my freshman dorm in South Carolina... no exams... no homework.... nothing could touch me.... I was free. Today, I was free as well.... It was beyond the reach of chemical euphoria.... it was heavenly... like the sound of a Hammond B3 on a sunny day when the rain is falling just to say "hello, I've missed you...." (especially similar to the end of Led Zeppelin's "Thank You")
Then, as I stared back at the overwhelmingly breathtaking scenery, I realized that I might have missed my turn... the one turn that I had to make... or else I would wind up lost in the twisted and misshapen mountain roads of North Georgia, but for some reason.... that turn did not matter at all... I kept on driving.... and driving... until the song ended... and Acoustic Syndicate... a band I have had little experience listening to, but love at the same time... came on and relieved the powerfuly peaceful easy feeling that John Denver must have felt when he wrote his oh so famous song...
With a change in rythym, I decided we would need a change in direction of well.... I was getting hungry... and I spent all of my cash on wine for my mother's 50th birthday which I will be away at school for.... unfortunately. She, however, will be at the beach with my family... and her brand-spanking new convertable... so I believe she'll be fine. Besides, this morning I planted a wisteria on the back deck for her, as well as removed an eight foot holly shrub... roots and all (broke three towing chains trying to pull the damn thing out of the ground... no shit... and I eventually pulled it out by HAND!!! I felt like a God or something), and then I planted her tea-olive tree which my father, my brother, and I gave her for mother's
day. She'll turn 50 with ease... so this was of no concern to me as I was driving down this lush, green highway of wonderfully highlighted vegetation. I was in HEAVEN, on my way to the middle of no-where.... and I knew that I would only see everything from a new angle if I made the turn, so when the time felt right... I turned the massive "mini"-van around, and headed down the opposite side of the lovely highway that I had previously traveled upon.
It was all like ecstacy for your eyes, without the chemical flowing in your veins... There is no true comparrison for the euphoria I experienced, let alone how dishonest it would be for me to simply describe this using chemical names as my litteral medium. Yes, please do not be fooled or disillusioned by the first sentence of this subsequent paragraph... It was merely there to feed your sensual perception by invoking such thoughts and memories in your own mind... that is how I try to work my magic... my blessed readers!
As I advanced towards the home-front.... I spied a rather large white building that caught my fancy... It read: "Advanced Steel Technology."
That phrase alone created a spark that ignited the furnaces of my mind.... and I started pondering.... "Is there simply advanced steel technology in there... or is that what they're doing there... advancing the technology of steel... how the hell do they make that shit anyways.... i wanna make it.... who the hell thought... 'hey.... here's some iron ore.... i'll boil it down into a liquid and then blend some carbon with it and make a spoon?" - Such where the many questions that ran relentlessly through the gauntlet of my brain.
Well, the rest of the trip was pretty standard... I found my turn... Stockholm Symposium came on the radio... and I already know Dave Schools... so this was nothing new or exciting to me, and I made the usual run that I drove everyday during my one year in highschool here in Rome, Georgia. I made it home... and I thought "Man! I gotta get me one of these!!!" - like Will Smith in Independence Day when he gets into the alien space-ship... but alas, as I was writing this recollection... my father came in and asked for the keys to his... 2001 Pontiac Montana.... that I shall always cherish... regardless of what happens to it or to me throughout the real gauntlet that IS the world in which we live.... (not the one in my head....)
Regardless of what I say next, I will consider this the highest of all highs that may be acheived in my time here on Earth. It stoked the embers of my fiery hope for something more than simply waking, working, eating, pissing, shitting, and dying.... This was something to be remembered and also to use to refresh a worn out soul. Today, my dear friends, was my day.... It HAS NOT been my day.... in many, many days.... but today was mine... because I finally chose it to be. That has given me more than any chemical high I have ever chanced within my body, or my soul! This was the psychedelic experience at it's core... and it was AWESOME!!! Why else would I have rambled about it as long as I apparently have? Is it merely because I finally refilled my adderal prescription? Nah... couldn't be.... I haven't touched the stuff yet.... This is a pure, unexpected life-high... and I just thought I would share it with you guys... All invoked by a mini-van and a channel of jams on a sirius radio that my parents paid too much, yet seemingly just enough, for. I have reached bliss.... and man...... it is beyond description.... so I'll quit trying.... The indescribability of this experience is soooo utterly vast, that it has taken me this long to reach the conclusion that it cannot be expressed by any human forms... but it was sooo great, that I have tried with all my heart to share this with you guys. I hope someone out there hears me.... Peace to all, and may you all feel this natural... meta-chemical, meta-physical high that I have been blessed by some force to experience..... For now, I tip my hat 'till we meet again, friends.....
Anyways.... Here's my newest psychedelic experience... and it involves very little in regards to the drugs that were meandering tither and thither in the confines of my cardiovascular and gastrointestinal systems... oddly enough...
My grandmother (as a few of you may or may not know by now) has been in the hospital for quite some time because she had apparently grown two unnecessary abscesses on her spinal cord... and unlike just removing a tumor, or a wart... they have had to be extra careful with her. This woman is as frail as a faberge egg and as Old-Atlanta-Money as they come. See, way back when... great great grandaddy was a superior court judge who saw a doctor and received coca-cola as a treatment for a sore tooth and a general pickmeup to help him throughout the day (as the city was kinda sorta starting to become a landmark location). Great Great grandaddy loved his medication so much, that he even loaned some old-ass family money to the apothecary who was treatin' his aches and pains... Thus, our family has always had a rather nice sum of money throughout nearly 6 and eventually going on 7 or 8 generations... etc, all as a result of providing a little hope for an up and coming corporation in it's early stages of development.... yeah.... you know the one... hell, i'm drinkin' some right now!
The issue, however, is that we're slowly but surely using up the last of our resources, so like any other baby-boom era(ish) 50 year old couple of this day and age... my parents have decided to take over the financial management of their parents' trusts,cds, and so on. As a result, they have both bought two convertables: a 2002 mazda miata, and a 2005 chrystler "touring edition" seabring. So, guess who got to drive the mini-van home? That's right... me.... their ever-loving 21 year old son! :)
So, I hopped into the 2001 Pontiac Montana and cranked 'er up for the 15 minute ride home from the Chrystler dealership, but little did I know the wonderous experience that was building right before my very eyes....
Static... "....er....toda....span......." was all I could make out on the radio. I quickly noted that this was certainly not what my mother and I had been listening to on the ride over, so I checked the myriad on switches, knobs, blinking bulbous buttons and do-dads... and eventually the noise mysteriously changed.
Someone had apparently called this radio station, which I figured out was mounted on the top of the dash... a Sirius digital radio... something I was vaguely familiar with... only from commercials, and I never thought more of them other than simply another way to pollute the air waves with advertisement propaganda. This person... this teenage-sounding.... probably a 14 year old... blond haired... green-shirted masculine figure....(in my mind at least) was calling in for some more Warren Haynes tunes... along with some Gov't Mule... a group which my uncle, Tinsley Ellis, has played with and whom I personally have spoken with occasionally whenever they're around. I was kinda already groovin' to the music on the ride over to the dealership... mainly because I heard my aunt's old band... Widespread Panic... on the radio. Not to be an asshole or anything, but sersiously... my aunt sang with them and helped them get their first major deal... then they decided they didn't want a female vocalist as the front-woman (person?), so they gave her the boot... and she's been a bitch to handle ever since.... however... she did marry a fucking awesome blues guitarist... and I have loved both of them, and their bands throughout the entire cycle of my life... now back to the pontiac....
So, I was groovin' along the the Mule and Haynes, when all of a sudden the song ended, and this other band started jammin' on the box. I took my eyes off the road... which was beautiful considering this time of year, and also the lovely cloud and blue-sky blended horizon panning out over the horizon of the mountains in which I live. It was a blur of purple, pink, blue, white, yellows in the grasses, and greens on the trees.... even the road seemed a little lavender in contrast to the bright blue sky.... it was orgasmic... and then some... to say the least.
I let go of this gorgeous panoramic view of spectacular vibrations and colors, only for a second to read the name of this band... this group called Railroad Earth.... and then I kept on driving......... for a very long... mellow... traffic-less and worry free length of relative time.... It was a high that I have only felt once before... as far as I recall.... drinking a beer and weaving hemp jewelry in the light of the sunset on the third floor of my freshman dorm in South Carolina... no exams... no homework.... nothing could touch me.... I was free. Today, I was free as well.... It was beyond the reach of chemical euphoria.... it was heavenly... like the sound of a Hammond B3 on a sunny day when the rain is falling just to say "hello, I've missed you...." (especially similar to the end of Led Zeppelin's "Thank You")
Then, as I stared back at the overwhelmingly breathtaking scenery, I realized that I might have missed my turn... the one turn that I had to make... or else I would wind up lost in the twisted and misshapen mountain roads of North Georgia, but for some reason.... that turn did not matter at all... I kept on driving.... and driving... until the song ended... and Acoustic Syndicate... a band I have had little experience listening to, but love at the same time... came on and relieved the powerfuly peaceful easy feeling that John Denver must have felt when he wrote his oh so famous song...
With a change in rythym, I decided we would need a change in direction of well.... I was getting hungry... and I spent all of my cash on wine for my mother's 50th birthday which I will be away at school for.... unfortunately. She, however, will be at the beach with my family... and her brand-spanking new convertable... so I believe she'll be fine. Besides, this morning I planted a wisteria on the back deck for her, as well as removed an eight foot holly shrub... roots and all (broke three towing chains trying to pull the damn thing out of the ground... no shit... and I eventually pulled it out by HAND!!! I felt like a God or something), and then I planted her tea-olive tree which my father, my brother, and I gave her for mother's
day. She'll turn 50 with ease... so this was of no concern to me as I was driving down this lush, green highway of wonderfully highlighted vegetation. I was in HEAVEN, on my way to the middle of no-where.... and I knew that I would only see everything from a new angle if I made the turn, so when the time felt right... I turned the massive "mini"-van around, and headed down the opposite side of the lovely highway that I had previously traveled upon.
It was all like ecstacy for your eyes, without the chemical flowing in your veins... There is no true comparrison for the euphoria I experienced, let alone how dishonest it would be for me to simply describe this using chemical names as my litteral medium. Yes, please do not be fooled or disillusioned by the first sentence of this subsequent paragraph... It was merely there to feed your sensual perception by invoking such thoughts and memories in your own mind... that is how I try to work my magic... my blessed readers!
As I advanced towards the home-front.... I spied a rather large white building that caught my fancy... It read: "Advanced Steel Technology."
That phrase alone created a spark that ignited the furnaces of my mind.... and I started pondering.... "Is there simply advanced steel technology in there... or is that what they're doing there... advancing the technology of steel... how the hell do they make that shit anyways.... i wanna make it.... who the hell thought... 'hey.... here's some iron ore.... i'll boil it down into a liquid and then blend some carbon with it and make a spoon?" - Such where the many questions that ran relentlessly through the gauntlet of my brain.
Well, the rest of the trip was pretty standard... I found my turn... Stockholm Symposium came on the radio... and I already know Dave Schools... so this was nothing new or exciting to me, and I made the usual run that I drove everyday during my one year in highschool here in Rome, Georgia. I made it home... and I thought "Man! I gotta get me one of these!!!" - like Will Smith in Independence Day when he gets into the alien space-ship... but alas, as I was writing this recollection... my father came in and asked for the keys to his... 2001 Pontiac Montana.... that I shall always cherish... regardless of what happens to it or to me throughout the real gauntlet that IS the world in which we live.... (not the one in my head....)
Regardless of what I say next, I will consider this the highest of all highs that may be acheived in my time here on Earth. It stoked the embers of my fiery hope for something more than simply waking, working, eating, pissing, shitting, and dying.... This was something to be remembered and also to use to refresh a worn out soul. Today, my dear friends, was my day.... It HAS NOT been my day.... in many, many days.... but today was mine... because I finally chose it to be. That has given me more than any chemical high I have ever chanced within my body, or my soul! This was the psychedelic experience at it's core... and it was AWESOME!!! Why else would I have rambled about it as long as I apparently have? Is it merely because I finally refilled my adderal prescription? Nah... couldn't be.... I haven't touched the stuff yet.... This is a pure, unexpected life-high... and I just thought I would share it with you guys... All invoked by a mini-van and a channel of jams on a sirius radio that my parents paid too much, yet seemingly just enough, for. I have reached bliss.... and man...... it is beyond description.... so I'll quit trying.... The indescribability of this experience is soooo utterly vast, that it has taken me this long to reach the conclusion that it cannot be expressed by any human forms... but it was sooo great, that I have tried with all my heart to share this with you guys. I hope someone out there hears me.... Peace to all, and may you all feel this natural... meta-chemical, meta-physical high that I have been blessed by some force to experience..... For now, I tip my hat 'till we meet again, friends.....