Psychedelic

Category archives for Psychedelic

Scintillating Scotoma

Last night I suffered a less than hour-long bout of scintillating scotoma. It’s a weird kind of snow crash in your visual cortex where part of your field of vision is replaced by sparkly geometric patterns. It happens to me once every few years and is sometimes associated with a headache, sort of migraine lite.…

Lucifer Over London

Dear Reader, have you lately heard much merry folk rock with apocalyptic lyrics about the coming of the Antichrist over London? My dear friend Asko is, among other things, a war gamer, a geocacher, an antiquarian amateur, a fiction writer and a musician. Hear him play the bass on releases by 90s stoner rock outfit…

Three Good Albums

Three good albums, listened to in the car when driving to & fro the Djurhamn dig. Silverbullit, Arclight (2004). This is dark and Gothamesque rock, sort of the Cure + the Stooges + Kraftwerk. The band searched high and low until they found a drummer who could and would play like a drum machine. One…

Swedish 1909 Cannabis Enthusiasm

The excruciatingly witty and multi-talented David Nessle has been alerted by his erudite father to a long enthusiastic article about cannabis in the classic Swedish 1909 dictionary Nordisk Familjebok (uggleupplagan). This dictionary was in every home with any pretentions to literacy and social respectability. A stoner among the dictionary’s contributors, pharmacology professor Oskar Teodor Sandahl…

Subway Conversation

From Tor yesterday (and I translate): A short while ago I sat down in the subway beside a sixtyish lady, opened my backpack and got out a book titled From Frege to Gödel. A conversation ensued. “Oh my, that’s a thick book! Is it maths?” (Tor sighs silently and pulls out his ear plugs.) “Yes,…

Lulubird, Shoot the Doorbell Off My Head

Here are the lyrics to a really great of Montreal song off their heavily beatlesque 2001 album Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies. Penelope By Kevin Barnes Penelope, shoot the apple off my head I need to go to the store to get some sleep. Because I’ve run out of sleep. The row boat came so…

Three Good Records

The Coral: Roots & Echoes (August 2007) Power pop and cowboy rock: Lee Hazlewood (R.I.P.) meets Teenage Fanclub. Catchy! of Montreal: Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? (January 2007) My generation is releasing divorce records. Kevin Barnes has come a long way into disco zombie territory since his Sgt Pepper phase. Unbelievable vocal harmony over…

Turn On, Tune In LazyTown, Drop Out

My kids have taken to watching LazyTown, this really druggy and garish kids’ show on Playhouse Disney. It’s got a lot of caricatured puppets of children with the hands of real people, but also three live actors, the main character played by a little girl in a pink wig. The live actors, particularly the tall…

Pugh & Co Rock Stockholm

Last night to Tantogården in Stockholm, an outdoor concert venue a stone’s throw from the hospital where my son was born, to hear Pugh Rogefeldt. As the long-term Dear Reader may remember, Mr Rogefeldt released Ja dä ä dä, one of the first and still among the very best Swedish psychedelic rock albums ever, back…

Here’s a translation of one of my first brushes with absurdism, Swedish rocker Eddie Meduza’s 70s song “Va den grön så får du en ny” (original lyrics here with ugly popups). If It Was Green, Then I’ll Replace It By Eddie Meduza I’d bought myself a vacuum flask In a store down in Målilla It…