It’s hard to procure Ayahuasca. I tried to get it two years ago, when I met a girl named Jacqui at a Surfrider-sponsored hippie firepit guitar dance-off in an esoteric canyon that I’d never even heard of and can’t remember.
She sold weed chocolates and told me that she was involved with a sacred shaman-led Ayahuasca ceremony somewhere in Toganga. Her e-mail address involved the words “Goddess Revival” and she described her confectionery technique as “Swedish Chef meets organic raw naturalist…source the best herbs and superfoods ever, throw everything up into the air and fire one precise rifle shot.” She flaked on bringing me to the yage ceremony. A few weeks ago, Facebook suggested her as a friend. All of her photos involved her bellydancing.
Alchemist and Oh No (Gangrene) have a new album called Vodka and Ayahuasca. The latter is an Incan sacrament that involves intense vomiting, psychedelic visions, and re-routing of circuits. Burroughs spent months searching for it in the Andres. The former substance is the favorite drink of men named Boris and sorority girls who couldn’t score coke and thus, mix it with Red Bull.
I don’t feel the need to talk about Gangrene’s first single “Dump Truck,” because the title of the album explains it all. Drunken dirty psychedelia. Stuff so filthy that it could grow out of organic soil. Raw as fuck. Jacqui probably wouldn’t like it. She seemed more of the Devendra Banheart type. But you probably will. It drops in January. Burn bushes of kush and fill a cup. And sent your psychedelic tips to firstname.lastname@example.org.