The Elusiveness of the Epiphany of Enlightment

I mentioned in an earlier post about getting high and watching stupid 80's movies while in college. Continuing that theme, and the reminiscences and fondness and reappearance of simpler times when deep thoughts were cheaply derived and spent. I was reminded of an album called Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield that famously incorporated what is popularly known as the "Exorcist's Theme," in a way that made getting high, and driving to the beach with life-long friends all the more surreal and super-cool! And yet, Tubular bells is so much more for me... at least.

The entire album was a spectacular masterpiece of paced hypnotic, slow-motion crescendo, and back when you had to get up and flip over the vinyl and very easily damaged (i.e., scratched) disk and drop the synthetic diamond-electrode attached tip of your turntable's arm into a microscopic valley of millions of undulating bumps and smooth troughs like so many tiny luge runs, that were inversely pressed their by the sounds of various frequencies in an inverse (or convex, if you will) groove that, by bouncing the needle up and down in a specific modulated way, was turned back into a pretty good simulacrum of the sound in the studio that traveled through the copper through the microphones and onto the tape and that eventually was electronically, via analog vacuum tube technology onto the mastered (gold disk) record that was actually a form (or mold) of the cooled plastic that you put on the spindle and let it be spun by simple copper-wound DC motor at roughly 33 rpms. Oh, am I babbling? Sort of had a pleasant little old flash back of hanging out in a Friend's room listening to cool music, and thinking I was beginning to really understand life, becoming "aware," as it were. Guess Tubular Bells, low-grade pot and shrooms can help along such a pleasant, if short lived, illusion of a profound epiphany ... ah, youth.

PS Why, am I, purple?