I went out last night with some friends, who took me to this place:
Basically, you pay a suggested $5 to lie down in this room while tons of pounding, permeating, crashing, caressing, and choppy frequencies are blared from four amplifiers in each corner. It sounds fucking annoying at first, and trust me, I am skeptical of pieces of art that are fucking annoying, and yet pass for art – but damn – this was really cool.
The multiple frequencies gradually change and melt into one another, allowing you to hear the fabric of sounds clash with each other, producing lots of rhythmic ideas that start out clear and identifiable, begin to pulse faster, and then finally pulse so quickly that the initial rhythms eventually subside into a new wave of frequencies.
I was stoned out of my goddamn mind when I went into the room, and as is typical for anybody who has ever smoked before, I felt I had hundreds of brilliant and concise ideas/clarities of logic in maybe 20 minutes. Although, drugs make you think and do funny things.
The funny thing was, the length of time I could focus on each particular “brilliant” idea was very limited, and my mind would gradually shift to a new idea – in parallel with the rate of change of the frequencies being blared. Almost like the frequencies were forcibly shifting my brain pattens. Even if I would try to hold on to a thought, I would lose it. I wish I had a pen and paper in there.
Awesome experience. I don’t like getting high, but a scenario like the Dreamhouse is PERFECT for that. I want to bring some sweet/cute girls next time.
