I read this comic while I was pretty high.
It's kind of cool to be able to say that, and not worry for the repercussions or ramifications.
Something I've always had an inkling about is that some art is made to be appreciated in a different state of consciousness. There is an undeniable influence of recreational drugs on the comix of the underground movement, and on the greater cultural movement of which they were a part. So while it's certainly not the case that we all need to be high to appreciate the guitar wizardry of Jimi Hendrix, perhaps being high offers a previously unattainable perspective on the piece.
For today's comic, my altered state was particularly appropriate for the remarkable fluidity of Fred Schrier's art. As I've been making my way through my various undergrounds, I've been looking for a writer or artist to latch onto, one whose particular version of this genre jibes with my own thoughts of feelings on reality. Mr. Schrier's really pretty close. The first story, of a mind-bending electronic music concert, is a celebration of weirdness of Doom Patrol levels (and I don't use that comparison lightly), a lovely mesh of tale and art.
Gonna have to keep my eyes open for more of his work, methinks.
More to come...
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