Mindrift

“I remember”, he said with a faint smile, “how one chemically induced trip, back in the 60s, had once taken me up a rainbow, which I proceeded to lick. I remember it tasted a little salty and sugary. Almost like blood. It smelled like blood too, that was until I realized, of course, it was the blood running down the broken needle.” 

“Those were the day”, he said in between the looming darkness, “When I was walking mighty tall and proud, on the wheels of fire” 

Uncanny Places

Some boring everyday places can really turn uncanny with the right sort of music. An airport waiting lounge and some psychedelic 60s Hard Rock, is one example. I spent the last few pre-flights moments watching people drowse, argue, eat, read, flirt or just getting bored out of their minds while listening to Cream’s Jack Bruce singing about “World of Pain” and “Sunshine of Your Love”.

Who needs Black Metal to know misanthropy? I know I didn’t.

Misanthropy by Cream (1967)