He used to play me songs off of LPs like Pet
Sounds and Notorious Byrd Brothers and Truly Fine Citizen and tell me why they
were great. He also smoked Marijuana and took LSD, like our heroes, which I had
never done. Our friendship reached its peak when I was 18 and living in Los Angeles at my mom's
house. In a few weeks time I would leave LA and never live with a parent again,
so this was really the final days of my childhood.
Pot-roast
invited me to take LSD with him and his friends at the home of these amazing
sisters he knew. There were four beautiful sisters that lived in this big house
in Culver City. When I saw Kate Hudson in "Almost Famous" a
few years ago I thought about these sisters. They were just like that. Very
very groovy. They had a pool and a trampoline at their house. So I went. I had
begun smoking pot by that time but I had never taken acid. The LSD we took was
called Window Pane. I took it but I did not feel much. I was not exactly on the
Magic Bus or anything. But it was very pleasant to be with a bunch of groovy
people on a lovely summer's day. We had taken a long walk through the grass in Hancock Park. And now we were hanging at the
sister's house. Pot-roast had put on the music of course. After a while we were
all outside jumping on the trampoline and it was so much fun. I was feeling very
good. I was thinking that I had never felt so good before. This was the world's
most perfect moment. Music, friends, youth, beauty, sunshine, laughter.
And
then someone said "Let's go sit by the pool." I was panicked for a moment. No,
I thought. I did not want my perfect moment to end so soon. Would it ever be so
perfect again? I wanted to hold onto it - but it was gone. Everyone was moving
and I could not stop them. With or without me the moment had passed and I had
no choice but to move on.
A
short time later I was sitting with my feet in the water of the blue pool. The
sun warmed my back. Pot-roast had his guitar and was singing a song in his thin
voice. I had never heard the song before.
Come down off your throne
And leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I've been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key
Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time
Well, I'm wasted and I can't find my way home
I
looked around at the people by the pool and at my sweet friend with his long
hair hanging down, and realized that another perfect moment had replaced the
last one. It hit me that I did not need to fear the future. I did not need to
be afraid to move on. Something just as great will come in a bit and it will
not change or diminish the great thing that had come before it. I had an
epiphany. An LSD epiphany! I never forgot it or the lesson it taught me. I get
sad when things I love change. I like the way things are mostly, but I do not
fear the change.
Pot-roast
is always called Dan now. He was the first of my friends to go bald. When I was
about 23 I realized that his musical tastes were stuck in the 60's and he was
no longer a mentor to me. We drifted apart and other friends and lovers came
and went. We still keep in touch every once in a while. I saw him and a bunch
of our old friends a few years ago when they came with their wives and children
to a rented beach house near where I live. We had fun. Pot-roast picked the
music of course and we had a discussion about whether or not they should have
left Revolution #9 off The White Album. We had had that
conversation a few times.
Time to move on.