OUR MINDS HAVE BEEN FUSED INTO ONE SHIMMERINGCOLONIAL ANIMAL…
FLOWING IN THE
CURRENTS OF THE MUSIC…
adrenaline, serotonin, synapses on fire !
IN THE SHADOWS,TORCHES FLICKER IN THE
BREEZE. THE ORACLE BEGINS TO SPEAK,
FEEL THE HEAT…
adrenaline, serotonin, synapses on fire!
WE DANCE OUTSIDE OF THE TRADITIONAL
REALM OF TIME AND SPACE.
THE CROWD ERUPTS IN OUTBURSTS OF FREE
-FORM MOTION
AS THE INTENSITY OF THE JAM PEAKS
adrenaline, serotonin, synapses on fire!
MY BODY IS TRANSFORMED INTO A PINBALL AND
I RICOCHET AROUND THE SPECTRUM
ARENA BOUNCING OFF THE FLASHING LIGHTS.
A CROWD OF DEADHEADS
SURROUND ME INTENT ON TELLING ME STUPID JOKES…
THEY JUST…know… THAT I WILL LAUGH…
adrenaline, serotonin, synapses on fire!
THANK YOU DR. ALBERT HOFFMAN
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This was written after attending a Grateful
Dead concert in JFK Stadium in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I was sitting up above the crowd
in the bleachers and could see the dancers
move more enthusiastically during peaks of
the music… less motion during gentle passages… as the dynamics of the improvisation ebbed and flowed, the dancers moved accordingly… like
sea anemones moving in the currents of the ocean… I also mention the Spectrum in Philadelphia… It has many blinking
advertisements for Atlantic city casinos in
the area where refreshments were being
served…