There has been an awakening in my perception, an expansion I believe is a result of a recent psychedelic trip to a place called nirvana. It seems that this trip into the frontier of my mind has roused a wisdom that resides somewhere in an inner world. It is said that psychedelics activate parts of the mind that are usually dormant or unstimulated. That part of my fallow brain sat bolt upright the other afternoon when the LSD found it’s way into my cellular structure and rewove my DNA. I feel as if I have been privy to a truth or an open door into a vast wisdom. It is very hard to explain, but my perception of everyone and everything is different. I have become intrigued as to what our purpose is and why we are here since everything is so sublime in light of this awakening.

It was a perfect day to drop the acid. Jan and Bill were away, I had the house to myself. I put the small piece of innocent looking paper on my tongue and waited to see where the day would take me. The brain stirring substance hit me while I was watching a movie on TV called "Boy Did I get a Wrong Number" with Phyllis Diller and Bob Hope. Phyllis Diller is so amazingly funny I laughed so hard I felt sick. It seems that my brain is able to grasp more of the innuendo when on LSD. I was so stoned by the time it was over I don’t remember what I did, I lost several hours. At some point when I came back to this world I remember having the feeling of being one with everything and knowing exactly how the universe worked. The experience leaves me with pearls of wisdom hung around my mind, as if to help me direct my fate.

When I started coming down I called Alan Rinde to see if I could use the sauna at his apartment complex. I spent 20 minutes in the desert like heat alone detoxing, sweating the chemical residue out of my system. I went home and soaked in a luxurious bubble bath and got ready for dining, drinking, and dancing at the Rainbow, and who knows what else. I took a taxi to the Rainbow and immediately ran into Robert Failla who had just returned from England where he had been for more than a month. He was glad to see me, as I was to see him. We left the Rainbow and went back to his house, I was too tired from the days expeditions into the mind to hang out.

Robert brought me home the next morning accompanied by an album he wanted Bill to hear. It was a recording he bought while he was in England. Robert knew that Bill had once played with Hendrix and he wanted Bill to hear this guy who played in a Hendrix-like style. The album, Twice Removed From Yesterday, is by a guitar player called Robin Trower that used to play with Procol Harum. It is an absolutely amazing album. We played the album two times in complete awe of the band. The smooth and haunting vocals of Jimmy Dewar complimented by the guitar finesse of Robin Trower has got to be the most exciting thing to hit rock and roll in some time. After Robert left we drove the Cadillac to Tower Records on the Strip and bought the album. It is now top on the household’s favorite play list.

I have taken to instigating sordid parties after the Rainbow closes when there are no bands in town I want to hang out with. I met a guy at the Rainbow who loved my idea of inviting a few choice people to his house after the Rainbow closed. He wanted to have an intimate party of 8-10 people to partake in sex, drugs and good music. I went on the pursuit to find the party patrons. I told Bill and Robert, they agreed to come, and I found a few other interesting people to join us. We caravaned to the house after the club closed. The man had a wonderful Cape Cod type house in Nichols Canyon with a swooping lawn and a large Sycamore tree positioned perfectly to the side. Inside, the house was decorated in what I would imagine in a New England beach cottage. There, we did what the decadents do for hedonistic pleasure. We sampled the plentiful booze, smoke, and various drugs that were circulating, and once that took effect, we found various sex partners and grooved and moved to the fantastic sound system that blasted the best rock and roll to accompany our salacious appetites.

There has been one more rock and roll event to report. The Faces with Rod Stewart played in Santa Barbara last weekend. A friend of mine who works with the band gave me two backstage passes. I took one of my high school girlfriends, Nicole, with me. She and I have not seen each other since she moved to San Francisco after graduation and opened up a very popular restaurant with her boyfriend. We drove up the coast to Santa Barbara.  We wandered around backstage but found that it was not the usual fun. I suppose knowing that we had a two-hour drive home put a hindrance on any partying that we might have otherwise done. Once the band went onstage we began to have more fun. They really have some great tunes! The cool part of their stage presence was that they had a full bar including a bartender and waiters to keep the band in a libatious cheer. It’s apparent that they must get pretty buzzed up there! We rocked out until just before the show ended so we could avoid a massive traffic jam and make our way back to Hollywood.