The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (28 page)
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Authors: Tom Wolfe
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Kesey had hooked up with a rock 'n' roll band, The Grateful Dead, led by Jerry Garcia, the same dead-end kid who used to live in the Chateau in Palo Alto with Page Browning and other seeming no-counts, lumpenbeatniks, and you had to throw them out when they came over and tried to crash the parties on Perry Lane. Garcia rememberedâhow they came down and used to get booted out “by Kesey and the wine drinkers.”
The wine drinkers
âthe middle-class bohemians of Perry Lane. They both, Kesey and Garcia, had been heading into the pudding, from different directions, all that time, and now Garcia was a, yes, beautiful
person, quiet, into the pudding, and a great guitar player. Garcia had first named his group The Warlocks, meaning sorcerers or wizards, and they had been eking by playing for the beer drinkers, at jazz joints and the like around Palo Alto. To the Warlocks, the beer drinker music, even when called jazz, was just square hip. They were on to that distinction, too. For Keseyâthey could just play, do their thing.
The wine drinkers
âthe middle-class bohemians of Perry Lane. They both, Kesey and Garcia, had been heading into the pudding, from different directions, all that time, and now Garcia was a, yes, beautiful
person, quiet, into the pudding, and a great guitar player. Garcia had first named his group The Warlocks, meaning sorcerers or wizards, and they had been eking by playing for the beer drinkers, at jazz joints and the like around Palo Alto. To the Warlocks, the beer drinker music, even when called jazz, was just square hip. They were on to that distinction, too. For Keseyâthey could just play, do their thing.
The Dead had an organist called Pig Pen, who had a Hammond electric organ, and they move the electric organ into Big Nig's ancient house, plus all of the Grateful Dead's electrified guitars and basses and the Pranksters' electrified guitars and basses and flutes and horns and the light machines and the movie projectors and the tapes and mikes and hi-fis, all of which pile up in insane coils of wires and gleams of stainless steel and winking amplifier dials before Big Nig's unbelieving eyes. His house is old and has wiring that would hardly hold a toaster. The Pranksters are primed in full Prankster regalia. Paul Foster has on his Importancy Coat and now has a huge head of curly hair, a great curly mustache pulling back into great curly mutton chops roaring off his face. Page Browning is the king of face painters. He becomes a full-fledged Devil with a bright orange face and his eyes become the centers of two great silver stars painted over the orange and his hair is silver with silver dust and he paints his lips silver with silver lipstick. This very night the Pranksters all sit down with oil pastel crayons and colored pens and at a wild rate start printing handbills on 8½ X 11 paper saying CAN
YOU
PASS THE ACID TEST? and giving Big Nig's address. As the jellybeancocked masses start pouring out of the Rolling Stones concert at the Civic Auditorium, the Pranksters charge in among them. Orange & silver Devil, wild man in a coat of buttonsâPranksters. Pranksters!âhanding out the handbills with the challenge, like some sort of demons, warlocks verily, come to channel the wild pointless energy built up by the Rolling Stones inside.
YOU
PASS THE ACID TEST? and giving Big Nig's address. As the jellybeancocked masses start pouring out of the Rolling Stones concert at the Civic Auditorium, the Pranksters charge in among them. Orange & silver Devil, wild man in a coat of buttonsâPranksters. Pranksters!âhanding out the handbills with the challenge, like some sort of demons, warlocks verily, come to channel the wild pointless energy built up by the Rolling Stones inside.
They come piling into Big Nig's, and suddenly acid and the worldcraze were everywhere, the electric organ vibrating
through every belly in the place, kids dancing not rock dances, not the frug and theâwhat?â
swim,
mother, but dancing
ecstasy
, leaping, dervishing, throwing their hands over their heads like Daddy Grace's own stroked-out inner courtiersâyes!âRoy Seburn's lights washing past every head, Cassady rapping, Paul Foster handing people weird little things out of his Eccentric Bag, old whistles, tin crickets, burnt keys, spectral plastic handles. Everybody's eyes turn on like lightbulbs, fuses blow, blacknessâwowwww! âthe things that shake and vibrate and funnel and freak out in this blacknessâand then somebody slaps new fuses in and the old hulk of a house shudders back, the wiring writhing and fragmenting like molting snakes, the organs vibromassage the belly again, fuses blow, minds scream, heads explode, neighbors call the cops, 200, 300, 400 people from out there drawn into The Movie, into the edge of the pudding at least, a mass closer and higher than any mass in history, it seems most surely, and Kesey makes minute adjustment, small toggle switch here, lubricated with Vaseline No. 634â3 diluted with carbon tetrachloride, and they
ripple
, Major,
ripple,
but with meaning, 400 of the attuned multitude headed toward the pudding, the first mass acid experience, the dawn of the Psychedelic, the Flower Generation and all the rest of it, and Big Nig wants the rent.
through every belly in the place, kids dancing not rock dances, not the frug and theâwhat?â
swim,
mother, but dancing
ecstasy
, leaping, dervishing, throwing their hands over their heads like Daddy Grace's own stroked-out inner courtiersâyes!âRoy Seburn's lights washing past every head, Cassady rapping, Paul Foster handing people weird little things out of his Eccentric Bag, old whistles, tin crickets, burnt keys, spectral plastic handles. Everybody's eyes turn on like lightbulbs, fuses blow, blacknessâwowwww! âthe things that shake and vibrate and funnel and freak out in this blacknessâand then somebody slaps new fuses in and the old hulk of a house shudders back, the wiring writhing and fragmenting like molting snakes, the organs vibromassage the belly again, fuses blow, minds scream, heads explode, neighbors call the cops, 200, 300, 400 people from out there drawn into The Movie, into the edge of the pudding at least, a mass closer and higher than any mass in history, it seems most surely, and Kesey makes minute adjustment, small toggle switch here, lubricated with Vaseline No. 634â3 diluted with carbon tetrachloride, and they
ripple
, Major,
ripple,
but with meaning, 400 of the attuned multitude headed toward the pudding, the first mass acid experience, the dawn of the Psychedelic, the Flower Generation and all the rest of it, and Big Nig wants the rent.
“How you holding?”
How you holding
â
â
“I mean, like, you know,” says Big Nig to Garcia. “I didn't charge Kesey nothing to use this place, like
free
, you know? and the procedure now is that every cat here
contributes
, man, to help out with the rent.”
free
, you know? and the procedure now is that every cat here
contributes
, man, to help out with the rent.”
With the rent
â
â
“Yeah, I mean, like”âsays Big Nig. Big Nig stares at Garcia with the deepest look of hip spade soul authority you can imagine, and nice and officious, tooâ
Yeah, I mean
,
like
âGarcia, for his part, however, doesn't know which bursts out first, the music or the orange laugh. Out the
edges of his eyes he can see his own black hair framing his faceâit is so long, to the shoulders, and springs out like a Sudanese soldier'sâand then big Nig's big earnest black face right in front of him flapping and washing comically out into the glistening acid-glee red sea of faces out beyond them both in the galactic red lakes on the wallsâ
,
like
âGarcia, for his part, however, doesn't know which bursts out first, the music or the orange laugh. Out the
edges of his eyes he can see his own black hair framing his faceâit is so long, to the shoulders, and springs out like a Sudanese soldier'sâand then big Nig's big earnest black face right in front of him flapping and washing comically out into the glistening acid-glee red sea of faces out beyond them both in the galactic red lakes on the wallsâ
“Yeah, I mean, like, for the
rent
, man,” says Big Nig, “you already
bloum
six fuses.”
rent
, man,” says Big Nig, “you already
bloum
six fuses.”
Blown! Six fuses!
Garcia sticks his hand into his electric guitar and the notes come out like a huge orange laugh all blown fuses electric spark leaps in colors upon the glistening sea of faces. It's a freaking laugh and a half. A new star is being born, like a lightbulb in a womb, and Big Nig wants the rentâa new star being born, a new planet forming, Ahura Mazda blazing in the world womb, here before our very eyesâand Big Nig, the poor pathetic spade, wants his rent.
Garcia sticks his hand into his electric guitar and the notes come out like a huge orange laugh all blown fuses electric spark leaps in colors upon the glistening sea of faces. It's a freaking laugh and a half. A new star is being born, like a lightbulb in a womb, and Big Nig wants the rentâa new star being born, a new planet forming, Ahura Mazda blazing in the world womb, here before our very eyesâand Big Nig, the poor pathetic spade, wants his rent.
A freaking odd thought, that one. A big funky spade looking pathetic and square. For twenty years in the hip life, Negroes never even
looked
square. They were the archetypical soul figures. But what is Soul, or Funky, or Cool, or Babyâin the new world of the ecstasy, the All-one ⦠the
kairos ⦠.
looked
square. They were the archetypical soul figures. But what is Soul, or Funky, or Cool, or Babyâin the new world of the ecstasy, the All-one ⦠the
kairos ⦠.
IF ONLY THERE WERE THE PERFECT PLACE, WHICH WOULD BE a place big enough for the multitudes and isolated enough to avoid the cops, with their curfews and eternal hassling. Shortly after that they found the perfect place, by acciâ
By
ac
cident, Mahavira?
ac
cident, Mahavira?
The third Acid Test was scheduled for Stinson Beach, 15 miles north of San Francisco. Stinson Beach was already a gathering place for local heads. You could live all winter in little beach cottages there for next to nothing. There was a nice solid brick recreation hall on the beach, all very niceâbut at the last minute that whole deal fell through, and they shifted to Muir Beach, a few miles south. The handbills were already out, all over the
head sections of San Francisco, CAN
YOU
PASS THE ACID TEST, advertising Cassady & Ann Murphy Vaudeville and celebrities who
might be
there, which included anybody who happened to be in town, or might make it to town, the Fugs, Ginsberg, Roland Kirk. There were always some nice chiffon subjunctives and the future conditionals in the Prankster handbill rhetoric, but who was to deny who
might be
drawn into the Movie â¦
head sections of San Francisco, CAN
YOU
PASS THE ACID TEST, advertising Cassady & Ann Murphy Vaudeville and celebrities who
might be
there, which included anybody who happened to be in town, or might make it to town, the Fugs, Ginsberg, Roland Kirk. There were always some nice chiffon subjunctives and the future conditionals in the Prankster handbill rhetoric, but who was to deny who
might be
drawn into the Movie â¦
Anyway, at the last minute they headed for Muir Beach instead. The fact that many people wouldn't know about the change and would go to Stinson Beach and merely freeze in the darkness and never find the right placeâsomehow that didn't even seem distressing. It was part of some strange analogical order of the universe. Norman Hartweg hooked down his LSDâit was in the acid gas capsules that nightâand thought of Gurdjieff. Gurdjieff wouldn't announce a meeting until the last minute. We're gonna get together tonight. The people that got there, got there; and there was message in that alone. Which was, of course:
you're either on the bus or off the bus.
you're either on the bus or off the bus.
Those who were on the bus, even if they weren't Pranksters, like Marshall Efron, the round Mercury of Hip California, or the Hell's Angels ⦠all found it. The cops, however, never did. They were apparently thrown off by the Stinson Beach handbills.
Muir Beach had a big log-cabin-style lodge for dances, banquets, and the like. The lodge was stilted up out in a waste of frigid marsh grass. A big empty nighttime beach in winter. Some little log tourist cabins with blue doors on either side, all empty. The lodge had three big rooms and was about 100 feet long, all logs and rafters and exposed beams, a tight ship of dark wood and Roughing It. The Grateful Dead piled in with their equipment and the Pranksters with theirs, which now included a Hammond electric organ for Gretch and a great strobe light.
The strobe!
The strobe, or stroboscope, was originally an instrument for studying motion, like the way a man's legs move when he is running. In a darkened chamber, for example, you aim a bright light, flashing on and off, at the runner's legs as he
runs. The light flashes on and off very rapidly, maybe three times as fast as a normal heartbeat. Every time the light flashes on, you see a new stage in the movement of the runner's legs. The successive images tend to freeze in your mind, because the light flashes off before the usual optical blur of the motion can hit you. The strobe has certain magical properties in the world of the acid heads. At certain speeds stroboscopic lights are so synched in with the pattern of brain waves that they can throw epileptics into a seizure. Heads discovered that strobes could project them into many of the sensations of an LSD experience without taking LSD.
The strobe!
The strobe, or stroboscope, was originally an instrument for studying motion, like the way a man's legs move when he is running. In a darkened chamber, for example, you aim a bright light, flashing on and off, at the runner's legs as he
runs. The light flashes on and off very rapidly, maybe three times as fast as a normal heartbeat. Every time the light flashes on, you see a new stage in the movement of the runner's legs. The successive images tend to freeze in your mind, because the light flashes off before the usual optical blur of the motion can hit you. The strobe has certain magical properties in the world of the acid heads. At certain speeds stroboscopic lights are so synched in with the pattern of brain waves that they can throw epileptics into a seizure. Heads discovered that strobes could project them into many of the sensations of an LSD experience without taking LSD.
The strobe!
To people standing under the mighty strobe everything seemed to fragment. Ecstatic dancersâtheir hands flew off their arms, frozen in the airâtheir glistening faces came apartâa gleaming ellipse of teeth here, a pair of buffered highlit cheekbones thereâall flacking and fragmenting into images as in an old flicker movieâa man in slices!âall of history pinned up on a butterfly board; the
experience,
of course. The strobe, the projectors, the mikes, the tapes, the amplifiers, the variable lag Ampexâit was all set up in a coiling gleaming clump in the Lincoln Log lodge, the communal clump, Babbs working over the dials, talking into the microphones to test them. Heads beginning to pour in. Marshall Efron and Norman, Norman already fairly zonked ⦠Then in comes Kesey, through the main doorâ
experience,
of course. The strobe, the projectors, the mikes, the tapes, the amplifiers, the variable lag Ampexâit was all set up in a coiling gleaming clump in the Lincoln Log lodge, the communal clump, Babbs working over the dials, talking into the microphones to test them. Heads beginning to pour in. Marshall Efron and Norman, Norman already fairly zonked ⦠Then in comes Kesey, through the main doorâ
Everyone watches. His face is set, his head cocked slightly. He is going to
do
something; everyone watches, because this seems terribly important. Drawn in right away by the charismatic vacuum cleaner, they are. Kesey heads for the control center, saying nothing to anyone, reaches into the galaxy of dials, makes ⦠a single minute adjustment ⦠yes! one toggle switch, double-pole, single-throw, double-break, in the allegory of Control â¦
do
something; everyone watches, because this seems terribly important. Drawn in right away by the charismatic vacuum cleaner, they are. Kesey heads for the control center, saying nothing to anyone, reaches into the galaxy of dials, makes ⦠a single minute adjustment ⦠yes! one toggle switch, double-pole, single-throw, double-break, in the allegory of Control â¦
Babbs is there, bombed, but setting up the intricate glistening coils of the tapes and projectors and the rest of it. Each of the Pranksters, bombed, has some fairly exacting task to do. Norman is staring at the dialsâand he can't even see the numbers, he is so
bombed, the numbers are wriggling off like huge luminous parasites under a microscopeâbutâ
function under acid
. Babbs says, “One reason we're doing this is to learn how to function on acid.” Of course! Prepare for the Dayâwhen multitudes, millions, civilizations are on acid, seeking satori, it is coming, the wave is spreading.
bombed, the numbers are wriggling off like huge luminous parasites under a microscopeâbutâ
function under acid
. Babbs says, “One reason we're doing this is to learn how to function on acid.” Of course! Prepare for the Dayâwhen multitudes, millions, civilizations are on acid, seeking satori, it is coming, the wave is spreading.
The heads are all sitting around on the floor, about 300 of them. Into the maelstrom! Yes. At Big Nig's in San Jose, a lot of the kids the Pranksters had corralled coming out of the Rolling Stones show did not take LSD that night, although there were enough heads at Big Nig's stoned on various things to create that sympathetic vibration known as the “contact high.” But this is different. Practically everybody who has found the place, after the switch from Stinson Beach, is far enough into the thing to know what the “acid” in the Acid Test means. A high percentage took LSD about four hours ago, rode out the first rush and are ready ⦠now to groove ⦠The two projectors shine forth with The Movie. The bus and the Pranksters start rolling over the walls of the lodge, Babbs and Kesey rapping on about it, the Bus lumping huge and vibrating and bouncing in great swells of heads and colorâNorman, zonked, sitting on the floor, is half frightened, half ecstatic, although something in the back of his mind recognizes this as his Acid Test pattern, to sit back and watch, holding on through the rush, until 3 or 4 A.M., in the magic hours, and then danceâbut so much of a rush this time! The Movie and Roy Seburn's light machine pitching the intergalactic red science-fiction seas to all corners of the lodge, oil and water and food coloring pressed between plates of glass and projected in vast size so that the very ooze of cellular Creation seems to ectoplast into the ethers and then the Dead coming in with their immense submarine vibrato vibrating,
garanging,
from the Aleutian rocks to the baja griffin cliffs of the Gulf of California. The Dead's weird sound! agony-in-ecstasis! submarine somehow, turbid half the time, tremendously loud but like sitting under a waterfall, at the same time full of sort of ghoul-show
vibrato sounds as if each string on their electric guitars is half a block long and twanging in a room full of natural gas, not to mention their great Hammond electric organ, which sounds like a movie house Wurlitzer, a diathermy machine, a Citizens' Band radio and an Auto-Grind garbage truck at 4 A.M., all coming over the same frequency ⦠Then suddenly another movie
garanging,
from the Aleutian rocks to the baja griffin cliffs of the Gulf of California. The Dead's weird sound! agony-in-ecstasis! submarine somehow, turbid half the time, tremendously loud but like sitting under a waterfall, at the same time full of sort of ghoul-show
vibrato sounds as if each string on their electric guitars is half a block long and twanging in a room full of natural gas, not to mention their great Hammond electric organ, which sounds like a movie house Wurlitzer, a diathermy machine, a Citizens' Band radio and an Auto-Grind garbage truck at 4 A.M., all coming over the same frequency ⦠Then suddenly another movie
THE FROGMAN
Babbs and Gretch and Hagen made it down in Santa Cruz, the story of Babbs the Frogman, arising from the Pacific in black neopreme Frogman suit from flippers to insect goggles, the pranking monster, falling in love with the Princess, Gretch, with floods of frames from elsewhereâthe Bus Movie?âbrittering in stroboscopically Frogman woos her and wins her and loses her to the Pacific Chohans in submarinal projection
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