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Originally posted by bhutocracy
Once, with really good shit.
smoked some in a mates car and Hendrix's Foxy Lady was playing - I couldn't work out what it was though because the visual representation of the main riff and music was too distracting from the recognition of the song as a whole, it was like looking at a moving painting of the song, and having to take a step back and read the title to work out what it was.. I got home and we all sat down at a table and just didn't move for like 20 minutes - almost couldn't move.. Chinese dragons flying and spinning when I closed my eyes. Stared at the woodgrain forever. good stuff.
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Check this out -- I'm chilling on public radio, and this very old latin chanting type stuff comes on -- while the voices were incredible -- it was only until I realized that I could "see" with my ears the space inside of the church where the music was recorded -- that I really started to get excited... As far as not being able to move -- there have been times when I wouldn't want to move -- deep in fucking concentration -- but if someone were to look at me in that state I may seem to be in pain... but mostly just living under the rigor of intense thought -- it requires a lot of energy. Anyway damn 6 cans of Surge that's messed up! I'll have to try that one day.