NOT INSANE. AND NOT FUNNY EITHER.

“Only now, at the edge of the precipice, is it possible to realize that 'everything we are taught is false.' The proof of this devastating utterance is demonstrated every day in every realm ... We live entirely in the past, nourished by dead thoughts, dead creeds, dead sciences. And it is the past which is engulfing us, not the future."

Henry Miller, The Time of the Assassins

Back in 1969,1 was, like many of my peers, a laddie who didn’t mind steeping himself in generous bowlfuls of cannabis sativa, for generalized imaginary fructification and as a way of filling up many otherwise fidgety hours. I wasn’t one of these cultists who believes there is no higher form of mystic communal calisthenics than sitting around collectively reciting long sections of Firesign Theatre albums, but I did find that a little bit of boo and a session with side one of How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All made my psychic synapses twang like a dobro.