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May 12th, 2010
The Youtube comment section is, for the most part, hilarious. In fact, you don’t even need to watch the videos or have them in context to enjoy them, as we’ve proven below in a new thing we like to call ‘This Week in Youtube Comments’… or something. If you see any doozies please screen shot ‘em and send ‘em over.
HA-larious. Now it’s time for BOOK CLUB! BOOK CLUB! BOOK CLUB!
I know, I know, standard first year of Uni “I just discovered drugs!” type book; bit embarrassing, isn’t it?
I tried to read this when I was I going through my ‘Beat’ stage (when I was about 17? Right after the equally cringeworthy ‘Doors’ stage) and I found it was way too heavy for me. From memory, I couldn’t really wrap my head around the free association. I’m really enjoying it now, though! It starts off all adventurous and fun- a group of people discover acid and travel around in a big psychedelic school bus acting weird in 1964- but then it turns kinda dark, as crew start flipping their lids and getting hauled off to the nut house or jail. That’s the best bit- it doesn’t glorify drug use. Also, Tom Wolfe gets gang rapped by bikers at the end. Just kidding.
One cool thing about the book- and this makes me feel like a first year uni student living on ramen and trying to grow dreadlocks- is the presence of the bus driver, Neal Cassady; he quite literally steps from the last chapter of On The Road and into the first chapter of The Elctric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Almost like a movie star going from one movie to the next…
Anyway, check it out if you haven’t already; The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
Here’s a video of Cassady blowing Ginsberg’s mind in San Francisco, 1965. I guess he really was that frenetic, though he seems a little subdued, possibly because of the camera?
What else is there to tell you on this rainy Wednesday… not much… Oh wait! Look at this! This was sent to me as a brief for a magazine ed-letter-page-thing I’m supposed to be penning right now instead of playing the internet (that reminds me, about a month ago my mother said she doesn’t know how to ‘play’ facebook…really) What am I meant to glean from this? Carte blanche is bullshit, man.
