Listening to Jimi Hendrix on acid back in the day was absolutely mind-melting.
The sounds transcended normal tonality—not to mention space-time—and the music itself took on deep deep meaning.
It seemed like he was plugged into the primal energies of the universe and profound truths flickered like jagged lightning.
It wasn’t just the music of the master either—LSD had the uncanny ability to imbue even the most saccharine dreck with cosmic connotations.
Any old head who suddenly ‘got’ Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun” in an acid-induced tearful epiphany knows whereof I speak.