I recently watched the documentary In Search of Blind Joe Death - The Saga of John Fahey (2013) and I was reminded of the time I was injured on the job by inhaling a powerful solvent used to remove some old bathroom tile in a condominium I was helping to renovate. I remained at home in my apartment in a state of mental impairment for one week. During this week I read a Howard Hughes biography and listened to Fahey's first album, Blind Joe Death (1959), repeatedly. What it felt like was being stoned, really stoned, and the world seemed swaddled in cotton gauze. I had no health insurance. I could not go to the doctor to be evaluated. So I just rode it out. Eventually, the stonedness evaporated. Either that or I never stopped being stoned. A fitting homage to John Fahey.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Returning Home to The Voice of the Turtle
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