Vielleicht das beste „Essay“ über Drogen und Drogenartiges:
… Maybe I’ve just always liked those songs that suggest—in an address to a woman, generally—that our bodies betray us. The power someone like this lover here has over “you” has to do with you giving him that power. We can say it’s a manifestation of weakness, but what a song like “Pleasant Street” wants us to consider is the power of need. When you’re overwhelmed by lust and addiction, when you’re desperate for what can relieve your craving—and I guess it could be booze or sweets or what-have-you, maybe even baby flesh for you addicted moms out there—you don’t succumb to someone else, really, you succumb to the strength of your own desire. It’s amazing to feel things so deeply and so, dare I say it, religiously. It becomes a faith, indeed, that lust for the liberating miracle. Which is where I think the “Christian licorice clothes” comes from. That kind of palliative—the hocus pocus of religious panaceas (a Host, a piece of licorice)—doesn’t work in the short run. Maybe, ultimately, it will. But right now, “I love—Pleasant Street, O I wheel, I steal, I feel my way down to kneel, down, down … dowwwwwwn.” DB’s Song of the Day (day 210): „PLEASANT STREET“ (1967) Tim Buckley
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Dirty, dirty feet from the concert in the grass / I wanted to believe that freedom there could last (Willy Mason)