Bach--Preludes and Fugues-on LSD or even psilocybin actually does produce those geometrical spirograph hallucinations because the music is so mathematical and symmetrical, and has those Pythagorean intervals that keep you groovin' for hours on end. Music of the spheres! Too bad "Amadeus" was years away from release. I'm sure Mozart on acid is equally divine.
I'm one of the first Virgo Plutos (Scorp '56). I had one great time and one not so great on psilocybin back in the day. I'd love to do it again in the right setting. All that goes around comes around again. It's time!
So... did you ever see/hear from him again (Steve)? I was so struck with the poignance of your including a link to the very track you claimed to disparage, and while listening to the 30 seconds of it I could bear I found myself wondering about you and Steve. It sounds like you might have loved him. No third degree here... just compassion for revisiting one's youthful passions. And perhaps it's just another example of Three Degrees of separation, the way so many of our crossed paths can seem.
Cynthia – a great question and so tactfully composed. Thank you.
Yes, definitely, in fact, Steve was my first 'falling in love' super crush. But being unrequited made it doubly encompassing AND unmanageable.
I finally wrote Steve a candid letter and he responded back. He was kind but firm in explaining that he valued our friendship but couldn't explain to me or himself why he didn't have the same kind of intense feelings for me. His self-inquiry moved me and mitigated the sting of the rebuff.
After we graduated we went our own ways. I moved to LA and then, suddenly, everything about my suburban hometown -- and my peers there -- became 'uncool.'
I think it was about eight years later when I went back to visit my dad (who still lived there), that I looked Steve up and called him out of the blue. He sounded flummoxed and irritable. (He was working as a truck driver, night shifts, and I'd woken him in the afternoon).
That exchange was a reminder of how we have certain time-stamped assignments with people and (as is often the case) it's better to not revisit them. I think this is why now, many years on, I loathe nostalgia -- or rather what it implies.
I thoroughly enjoyed your adventure. I rarely finish reading an article but yours grabbed my attention. Entertaining to this Pluto in Leo generation.
Bach--Preludes and Fugues-on LSD or even psilocybin actually does produce those geometrical spirograph hallucinations because the music is so mathematical and symmetrical, and has those Pythagorean intervals that keep you groovin' for hours on end. Music of the spheres! Too bad "Amadeus" was years away from release. I'm sure Mozart on acid is equally divine.
Love your writing. Your immersive style a gift. Thank you.
I'm one of the first Virgo Plutos (Scorp '56). I had one great time and one not so great on psilocybin back in the day. I'd love to do it again in the right setting. All that goes around comes around again. It's time!
So... did you ever see/hear from him again (Steve)? I was so struck with the poignance of your including a link to the very track you claimed to disparage, and while listening to the 30 seconds of it I could bear I found myself wondering about you and Steve. It sounds like you might have loved him. No third degree here... just compassion for revisiting one's youthful passions. And perhaps it's just another example of Three Degrees of separation, the way so many of our crossed paths can seem.
Cynthia – a great question and so tactfully composed. Thank you.
Yes, definitely, in fact, Steve was my first 'falling in love' super crush. But being unrequited made it doubly encompassing AND unmanageable.
I finally wrote Steve a candid letter and he responded back. He was kind but firm in explaining that he valued our friendship but couldn't explain to me or himself why he didn't have the same kind of intense feelings for me. His self-inquiry moved me and mitigated the sting of the rebuff.
After we graduated we went our own ways. I moved to LA and then, suddenly, everything about my suburban hometown -- and my peers there -- became 'uncool.'
I think it was about eight years later when I went back to visit my dad (who still lived there), that I looked Steve up and called him out of the blue. He sounded flummoxed and irritable. (He was working as a truck driver, night shifts, and I'd woken him in the afternoon).
That exchange was a reminder of how we have certain time-stamped assignments with people and (as is often the case) it's better to not revisit them. I think this is why now, many years on, I loathe nostalgia -- or rather what it implies.
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