Smithsonian Institute Records Maria Sabina

Just give it a listen, even if you don’t know Spanish, even if you don’t listen to the whole recording. Hear Maria Sabina in her own chants as recorded in 1957. “Mushroom Ceremony of Mazatec Indians of Mexico”


Nail Me to the Couch!

i don’t know what is going on with me today, but i am super sensitive to sound.

it all started with Julia Roberts (laugh, don’t laugh, i don’t care!). for some reason i wanted to watch Runaway Bride (so sue me for bad taste), and i assumed it would be background noise while i convo-ed with a friend.

OMG no! i couldn’t quit watching the tv because it was all i could hear. and i had it turned down to whisper mode, but still, all i could hear was Joan Cusack. Julia Roberts sounded like an unhearable ghost, but lively Joan, she goofy side-kick squawked at me for all 15 minutes i watched it. Richard Gere tore through my brain like the cockroach fart-voice in Naked Lunch.

my husband’s voice breaks the sound barrier—and him microwaving his lunch was like slamming doors in a home built in 1900, echoing through my head with wild reverberation! shook my brain like the physical slam you feel from those heavy wooden doors unlike any modern thing.

my cat sweetly purrs in my ear on the couch behind me, a favorite sound. all i hear is a contractor driving nails installing a new roof—ow! ow! ow! bam! bam! bam!

if someone with a didgeredoo walks up to the door, i’m moving out.

ok, so you get it. every sound thunders. but why? what is this feeling? i think i am tired. i think i am very tired. i slept on the couch til what my body said was 3:30 am, which is not good sleep, but really the clocks turned back so it was 2:30 am. 3:30 physiological is not so great. then up at 9:15, which was supposed to be 10:00, but still… had looked forward to sleeping til 11:00 for some reason.

hammers, nails, super-sonic, sound-barrier blasts. i need a nap i think…