I once went on an acid trip with a dear friend of mine - his first, mine not so much - as anyone who has walked in those particular moccasins will attest, dearness. and friendness, are elastic.
In these circumstances they can became
s t r e t c h e d.
And they became so.
We ended up back at mine - some tunes to soothe a troubled mind? All i had was the usual hippy shit. It was not enough. It didn't work
Exasperated at shepherding this sort of nonsense, whilst tripping the proverbial light fantastic myself, i found an album by Loose Tubes.
The following is all i can find by them on the Tube of You, and doesn't do any sort of justice to the weirdness that ensued -
- it worked though, he was mesmerised - 'is this really happening?' was my abiding memory from it all.
Is this really happening?
That was my acid brass.