The Beasties sound good. They sound really good. Lucy and I have dropped acid. We took the tabs and we placed them on our tongues and they dissolved and we waited. That was two hours ago. Now we are tripping. We are in her father and stepmother's house and we are surrounded by the toys of her much younger siblings. The toys feel soft and strange. We are listening to Paul's Boutique. The Beasties are talking to us from Lucy's father's special wooden speakers. They are asking us to shake our rump-a. They are screaming with joy and I can see their voices travel out of the speakers and hang in mid-air. Their voices are red and gold and purple. They swirl around my hands and I reach out to try and touch them but they jump higher and higher. Soon they are on the ceiling and I am laughing and Lucy is laughing and we are all dancing together. We are dancing around the speakers and I am waiting for MCA to come down off the ceiling and hold me but he whispers to me that I need to keep going, I need to keep dancing, for as long as I can, for as long as I have a body.
Dedicated to Adam Yauch, 1964-2012