Dying to music

noteWALKING THROUGH the living room the other day, the FM station was playing a nice classical work, and I thought, “That would be good to die to,” and I envisioned falling forward onto the ceramic floor, dead as that doornail.

I was in a good mood when the thought struck me, and dying in a good mood is desirable. Dying to music is common in movies, but I wonder how often it happens in real life. Not much, I think.

A sudden death, which is how I want it, would reduce the chances of dying to good music, something that likely requires planning. Which is best? Dying suddenly to no music or a prolonged demise to good music. The sudden death wins out because you want to go fast, music or not.

Good mood, fine music, healthy and sudden. That’s how I want to sail away. Of course, a sudden death contradicts the notion of healthy, but let’s imagine it was an unknown heart problem that brought down the curtain. Just thinking you’re healthy till the final moment is enough.

But if a sudden death isn’t in the cards, I would like some good music playing on Departure Day. Kitaro’s Light of the Spirit is the top pick, something I’ve loved since the late 1990s. Downing some ecstasy and turning on that Kitaro tune is a religious experience in itself.

Try it. You’ll see.

A close runner-up would be one of a number of songs by the appropriately named Dead Can Dance. A real standout is their Host of Seraphim, a fine piece to shuttle you off into that distant space where resides whatever God or Goddess you put your money on.

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(A close runner-up to Host of Seraphim is Yulunga. About the 3:18 mark on the video, it moves into high gear visually, going multicultural in a spectacularly fine way.)

Nights with grapes

I just measured my blood pressure and pulse: 101/60, and pulse of 69, which is a good score for the old goat that I am. Probably better than yours.

I have one of those electronic gizmos that you strap around your wrist to measure pressure and pulse. I bought it in the late ’90s to use when I ingested ecstasy, which I did five or six times. Ecstasy is like amphetamines. It increases your pulse, a lot.

Here’s what I did, and I always did it alone. I would have liked company, but none worthwhile was available at that time. I was flying solo. At night I would set the stage, putting out a big bowl of green grapes and a pitcher of water in the living room.

grapesEcstasy dehydrates you, so one must take care. I took care with grapes and water, and during the 3- to 4-hour flying time I would also measure my pulse and blood pressure.

You do not lose your mind with ecstasy as you certainly can, temporarily, with LSD, psilocybin, peyote, etc. You remain aware of the world around you, which is why you can safely do it alone.

Take it from ole Felipe: Don’t do those other products alone.

It would be dark, and I would light candles. Not eating for about five hours in advance is advisable. I would put disks on the music machine, usually starting out with Deuter’s Land of Enchantment. It’s good to be enchanted.

Somewhere during the evening I would play Kitaro’s Light of the Spirit, which is one of my favorite tunes of all time. Music is a major factor when taking any mind-altering substance. Light of the Spirit, combined with ecstasy, will knock your socks off.

Having set the stage with green seedless grapes, pitcher of water, blood-pressure device, lit candles, I would take 125 mg of powder, sit on the sofa, cross my legs and wait until it came, and it would always come, and I loved it. You get a feel for God.

I have not had a Night with Grapes since the late 1990s, and I never will again.

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(Kitaro’s Light of the Spirit.)