I Have Tickets to Psychic Ills And I Don’t Know Where I Am
Nothing is real
This Saturday I have tickets to go see Psychic Ills at the Mercury Lounge. I’ve been listening to this band a lot. They’re like a strange addiction. Some times I listen to them and I turn into a gibbering, giggling wreck. They make the world seem like a magical place, and in one sublime experience, can make my bathroom floor seem like the high plains mountain meadows of Yosemite. That’s just from one song.
By listening to an entire LP, like Hazed Dream, the entire universe can turn wobbly, colors become deeply intense, everyday objects take on bizarre and sometimes wonderful new forms, and all your senses can become confused and distorted. Some listeners can become panicky and suffer from paranoia.
So as you can guess, I am highly apprehensive about seeing them live. Because of the unexpected and random effects of listening to them, I feel like it’s probably best to see them live somewhere that I feel comfortable and safe, preferably surrounded by friends I trust. And as many readers know, I don’t like to leave Brooklyn anyway.
Anyone want some free tickets?
Dan Dirkwater (Swellco & Swellco 22145b)