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Totally. Now acid/shrooms, that's a whole different deal. I was listening to Foetus with college roomates many centuries back while shrooming, and my buddy Matt said (during "I'll See You in Poland, Baby") that the silver Coors cans we were drinking outta shimmered in the light in a neat-o slash cool kinda way, so I concentrated really hard to no avail, until in a flash I felt like I'd left my body and conked into the can and took up the terrifying space around the room and Foetus was making everything deeply horrifying and I struggled into my room and turned off the stereo and put on Spacemen 3, which brought me back to equallibrium, or however you spell it. Whew! The guys thought I was a total fag!
S3 was my favorite trip music. I went to a midnight screening of the Doors movie (on acid) with some pals around the same time as thuh abuv, and we laughed at how bad it was the whole time outside of the brief Warhol/VU segment, which at least had good music and an actual freak onscreen. My buddy Scott was throwing peanuts at me, and I didn't know he was in there and it freaked me out a bit. All kinds of hippies were blowing bubbles (no lie) and prancing and smelling horrible. We wanted to kill them all. It's like, hey, we're on acid, too, but we're not prancing about like a buncha faggots and pretending that Morrison was anything more than another self-important delusional douche who spouted worse poetry than the bubblehippies. The whole of the (packed) theatre gave the film an ovation, and we booed like mad. Bad vibes, man. Then we listened to the Tar Babies and all was well. Fuck hippies. Drugs rule.