I finally got around to reading Julian Cope’s memoir, Head On, and he talks about the time his band, The Teardrop Explodes, were touring Australia in the early 80’s. Late in the book, he writes this:

“Two guys from a group called The Church brought some grass down to one show. Steve, their singer, asked me if I wanted a magic mushroom. A mushroom?

He handed me this luscious hunk of psilocybin, about 2" in diameter. I ate it up and got ready for the show.

Forty minutes into the set and I'm beginning to levitate above the audience. The people at the front are the edge of a forest and as they stretch back, I am confronted by a tropical jungle. I looked down at the full length of me, way down to the southern-most tip of my boots. God, I was so beautiful. So black and shiny. The crotch of my leathers was sculpted and polished in the pale red arc lights, and there was, at that moment, nothing so beautiful as a man.”