The Reader‘s archive is vast and varied, going back to 1971. Every day in Archive Dive, we’ll dig through and bring up some finds.
The only instruction Krakow gave the guitarists was to play in the key of E. There was chaos. Raymer wasn’t sure if it was magick, but he did experience something.
Half out of curiosity and half out of journalistic duty, I made an effort to participate in what I guessed might be a spiritual way—I let myself go and, as the hippies say, “got free” in the music’s flow. A weird buzz came over me, sort of like the exaggerated mind-body disconnect I’d only ever experienced after taking really decent hallucinogenic drugs. I came back to myself after what felt like half an hour but was probably more like a minute or two and went back to following the drums, which I could barely make out over the din.
