I decided to take 3g of MDK before band rehearsal and it turned out to be incredible
I decided to take 3g of MDK before band rehearsal, and it turned out to be one of the most meaningful experiences I’ve ever had with mushrooms.
I’ve tripped a few times before. The first time was with Albino Penis Envy while my band was traveling to play a show out of town. The second was True Albino Teacher with some friends at a park in my city. Those were powerful in their own way, but this time felt different from the start.
The timestamps here are approximate because I don’t remember everything perfectly.
Around 4:20pm, my bassist and I picked up the mushrooms and I ate about 1.5g. We went to a local park to wait for our other guitarist to finish class at college. About ten minutes after taking them, I started feeling nauseous and my thoughts became fast and fluid. Everything around me pulled my attention like I was a child again, but I didn’t feel distracted. It felt easy to understand what was happening around me, especially the movement of nature.
The wind started picking up before the rain. Leaves swirled through the air and landed softly on the surface of the park’s lakes. We were sitting there talking about analytical psychology and music we love, and it all felt strangely meaningful and calm.
Soon the rain started, and with it came the first light visuals. There’s an art museum in this park run by the state university, but it was closed for renovations. I remember thinking how incredible it would have been to walk inside while the visuals were starting. Instead, we stayed under the back overhang of the building to avoid the rain. In front of us was a dense patch of forest, and we kept smoking while we watched the weather pass.
That’s when the visuals became more noticeable. Branches moving in the wind left faint trails behind them. Raindrops hitting puddles on the ground looked like tiny eyes opening and closing. I didn’t feel scared or anxious at all. I was enjoying being there and watching everything unfold with my friend.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw a woman with her face painted in red and black stripes, and inside those stripes were drawings of eyes. I had a strong feeling she was there to comfort me. She looked like someone I had known before, even though I couldn’t remember who.
When the rain lightened, we ran back to the car and got soaked. I actually loved the feeling of the rain on me. We hit heavy traffic on the way to pick up our guitarist, and we started worrying about being late to the studio since the rehearsal time was booked. Strangely, I didn’t care. I knew we would get there when we got there.
While we waited for him in the college parking lot, I ate the remaining 1.5g, about an hour before rehearsal.
The drive to the studio took much longer than expected because of the traffic after the rain. When we finally arrived, I greeted our producer, singer, and drummer and told them I had taken mushrooms. The recording room looked like a spaceship to me, and I felt like I was about to take off.
During rehearsal, our singer got frustrated because a song we’re close to recording still wasn’t finished. The tension started to affect the bassist and drummer, who felt pressured by his mood. That’s when I stepped in to talk.
I was very high at this point.
I started talking about art, about culture, about how important what we were doing was, not just for me but for all of us. I repeated things they had told me before about what the band meant to them. Little by little, the atmosphere softened.
While I was speaking, the walls of the studio looked like they had people behind them, pushing outward as if trying to come through. The colors of the walls and lights kept shifting, and every movement left a fading trail.
Then we played the song again.
It felt surreal. I played a solo using some Arabic scales and felt completely inspired. My fingers and the strings felt like the same thing. At one point, I could swear I saw my hand inside the guitar. The figures in the walls seemed to be enjoying what we were doing, and every sound felt like a thread wrapping around my body.
There were moments where I thought I wasn’t playing very well, but whenever I looked at my friends, they were loving it.
When rehearsal ended and we all went home, it didn’t feel like just another practice or just another trip. I really feel like I was only able to play that well and handle all the small frustrations of the day because of this intense sense of being present.
No worries about the past. No anxiety about the future.
Just being there, completely.
By the way, here are a few photos of the places I mentioned to help you picture it:
Corridor behind the museum where we took shelter from the rain
The large tree that stood in front of us
