As I lay on the bean bag,"I remember!" the herB taste in my mouth, with my eyes closed, I felt and traveled in "The Houses of The Holy" to places where I trance danced to DJ Thomas as Wicked raved on, "the peak was near," I said, the fire needed tending as we put on the turntable another Smiths record, you know the one about feeling the soil falling over my head... Golden Gate park-> walking from Haight 3 a.m.," who knows why?" I thought->(still think), Saturday morning, with lots of pSyChEdElicS in mInD, "I do believe the play ground is way to fun," pressed against the rail as Joey shimmied another song on the Berkley stage, it was Halloween again and The Cramps are in front of us, Lux is down on the stage making love to the audience, Drinking, swooning, singing -->heels, wine bottle, Poison Ivy doesn't miss a lick is she hot or what?,.... My stories reminds me of many times music played while life jumped, grooved, danced the styles of many splendid times... The End Up?