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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Until you've had sex on mushrooms while a band in the basement blasts through Soul Sacrifice into You Don't Love Me/Soula Serenade while a couple hundred or so similarly tripped out freaks dance and scream in the backyard, you really haven't caught the magic of late night tripping. Sure, I love the daytime vibe of jamming to to a 70s Help/Slip/Franklins, but there's something particularly sensual about electric lights and heavy guitar and freaks running around bathed in only the colored lights from the stage. Is there anything more romantic than to look out the window of your room while having a post sex smoke and see a guy dancing to Fried Neckbones with a 7 ft tall inflatable tube of Crest toothpaste?
I'll take it either way - night or day.
This is why I need to get a place with a huge backyard and a pool.
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You are making me wistful again, Sebby. This reminds me of the time in 1991 when the Dead played the Silver Bowl for the frist time and I was sitting on the ground at intermission between sets and all of a sudden, my friend got the acid glint and did the big claws hands and started shimmying up while Free fallin was playing. I thought to myself "Do I love Tom Petty or has the acid just kicked in?". The sun was beating down with a warm desert breeze and people were playing cards all around us. They had those weird showery nozzle things around the perimeter and my friend started diving in.
bottom line: day tripping is excellent and yes I loved Tom Petty and yes the acid kicked in. I think I hav like five tom petty albums and Wildflowers is one of my alltime favorites. Thanks LSD!
