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NO SLEEP TILL FROME PART 3
NO SLEEP TILL FROME PART 3
2007 Tour Diary part 3 posted 4th November 2007
An Appointment with some Self - Transforming Machine Elves
About 4 years ago we toured america, and night after night we heard the same, glassy - eyed litany from the septics*: 'you guys rocked....you guys did a great job up there... you guys were awesome...you rocked.....great job....awesome....awesome.........' delivered in a numb monotone as far removed from the state of awe as its possible to be. Notwithstanding, in Manchester, we did a great job up there, we rocked, and we were awesome.
After the show, I went straight to bed and had the following, extraordinary dream; it was so vivid you could almost believe it was real....
In my dream, Larry and Stevie beckon me into the back lounge of the bus with a conspiratorial air. They've scored some rare and mystical substance called 'Ayahuasca'. They tell me it's one of the most potent hallucigens known to modern neuropharmacology. They say It's a sacred preperation used by Aboriginies and south american indians in sacred rites, the active ingredient of which occurs naturally in tree bark and frightened toads. When used correctly, it is supposed to open up cosmic portals in the mind to a parallel universe. They warn me that It is not a recreational drug; it has the power to unlock or unhinge the doors of perception irrevocably...
Larry, head priest of our lost tribe, elects to sample the sacrament before my initiation. He takes a long draw on a pipe full of a dry mossy substance, closes his eyes, and vomits into a wheelie bin. Hacking uncontrollably, brown drool hanging from his chin, a single tear drips from his left eye. 'Jesus, are you alright mate?'
He dosen't look like someone who's having a good time. but of course, from the outside, intense pleasure always looks alarming, grotesque. And It's not really the done thing to turn down a new drug experience. Larry and Stevie make me lie down, remove all breakable objects form the vicinity, and load up another pipe. They invite me to chose the soundtrack for my maiden voyage to the astral plane. Unfortunately, they don't have any Napalm Death, so I have to settle for Elmore James. The Ayahuasca flight, they tell me, is a rocket to the stars, exucutive class. Some have returned with stories of meetings with ' the self - transforming machine elves': a kind of sidereal elite who secretly control the universe. I wonderwhat they'll be like, and what they'll say to me. Will it be like the V.I.P lounge in Fabric? Or going on Pop Idol? I hope not. Some people never come back....I assume the position, and wrap my lips around Larry's pipe: We Have Ignition.
They tell me that everybody's trip is different. The nature and quality of the experience is specific to each persons individual experience, personality, and nervous system. Some become extraordinarily lucid and articulate, some drift off into an onerific reverie. The immediate affect it has on me is to cause me to stand up and wave my arms around, shouting about how great I am. Then I grab Larry by the lapels and scream into his face " I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!
Every time i say it, the rush gets better and stronger. Larry, who has just taken a hit himself, is clearly terrified. Pablo, our lovable white rasta tour manager is there, also looking a bit nervous. I, however, am having a splendid time. I have had a cosmic epiphany. I have realised that all we need to do, all anybody EVER needs to do, is play rock'n' roll music, really quite loud, and be pleasant to each other. It's a universal, monumental, primordial truth, and I've cracked it. I, we, the Alabama 3, have fucking cracked it mate. And It's not rocket science. The more we do these two things the better it will get, the better the band will get, and the better the whole universe will get.
I'm shouting at the top of my voice:
'YOU JUST GO
IT'S CALLED ROCK AND ROLL!!IT"S NOT FUCKING ROCKET SCIENCE!!!'
Then I puke into a wheelie bin.
Then, (in my dream), Pablo says to me,
'Mate, my first trip on Ayashuaca was pretty fucking scary. But not as scary as watching you do yours.'
'Sorry mate. i didn't mean to freak you out. I didn't think I was being out of order, I felt like I was full of love for everybody. Do you remember me going 'DEEDLEEDLEEDLEEDLE!?'
'No Mate, I just remember you attacking Larry. He was really scared.'
Then I woke up.
I never did get to meet the Machine Elves. I guess I'm just not ready.
© Orlando Harrison 2007
*Septic Tanks - Yanks