This song reminds me of when we lived in a commune in the 1960s.
Writing the blog was trickier then – we sold all our drugs so we could buy a Burroughs 205 from the University of Virginia. It cost 1 million dollars. It was a moderately priced machine. Computers were better then. Our Burroughs had a central processing system that used 1,800 vacuum tubes. Vacuum tubes are much cooler than microchips.
The Burroughs B55000 cost 5 million dollars, but swapped the tubes for transistors. This was the beginning of the end for digital media. In 1971, Intel invented the microprocessor. We blame this for GamerGate
Back in those days, we used AT&T’s Dataphone modem to blog our posts to communes in Germany and Japan. It’s a little known fact, but all 1960s communes had blogs. Acid Mothers Temple and Amon Düül had particularly insightful and taste-making ones.
Unfortunately, Google Translate had not been invented in the 1960s. We don’t speak German or Japanese.
It was via the Düül’s blog that we first happened across underground American psych masters The Ceyleib People, whose single album – Tanyet (1967) – provided a sonic blueprint of sorts for the particularly hairy form of kosmiche funnelled by Amon Düül and others.
Unfortunately, our commune wasn’t blessed with the greatest dial-up link at the time, so Anton I – the joint blogged by Hairy Düül – sadly took 43 years to download.
In the meantime, we spent years poring over clues in that cryptic Germanic prose as to what this music might actually sound like. Because humans were telepathic in those days, we were able to network our ideas about this music locked in plastic grooves on the other side of the globe via mystikal orgasms acquired through lysergic lotus position group-sex.
Sex and drugs in the 1960s were mostly functional – a workmanlike process to facilitate third-eye communion, much in the same way that the children of now might FaceTime or Chatroulette.
But listening to Anton I now, we feel relieved to know we were pretty much right all along. OK, so there’s little less of the acoustic grime and raga-footwork present in the The Ceyleib People’s own version of their music then we predicted, but surely a reunion is due. And that email we sent the guys back in 1968 should be arriving any day now.