But what if the medium is the message?

A young couple picnics at the side of a country road. They’re dressed like English majors and they’re lost in thought, gazing off at a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, set against a reddening sky. The treats on their blanket are beautifully arranged. They do not see the bus that’s careening their way. It’s all here on the watercolored cover of the Magnetic Fields’ The Wayward Bus: introspection, space, sweet afternoons, death just over the hill. Though Susan Anway’s...

There is a difference between psychedelic experiences and psychedelic people

A young couple picnics at the side of a country road. They’re dressed like English majors and they’re lost in thought, gazing off at a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, set against a reddening sky. The treats on their blanket are beautifully arranged. They do not see the bus that’s careening their way. It’s all here on the watercolored cover of the Magnetic Fields’ The Wayward Bus: introspection, space, sweet afternoons, death just over the hill. Though Susan Anway’s...

Terminal. What other journey, you might ask, begins at the end?

A young couple picnics at the side of a country road. They’re dressed like English majors and they’re lost in thought, gazing off at a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, set against a reddening sky. The treats on their blanket are beautifully arranged. They do not see the bus that’s careening their way. It’s all here on the watercolored cover of the Magnetic Fields’ The Wayward Bus: introspection, space, sweet afternoons, death just over the hill. Though Susan Anway’s...

“Messages from beyond” are forms of information, and information is a trickster

A young couple picnics at the side of a country road. They’re dressed like English majors and they’re lost in thought, gazing off at a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, set against a reddening sky. The treats on their blanket are beautifully arranged. They do not see the bus that’s careening their way. It’s all here on the watercolored cover of the Magnetic Fields’ The Wayward Bus: introspection, space, sweet afternoons, death just over the hill. Though Susan Anway’s...

It is too close, too far-out, its sacred transmissions too muddled with the scandalous grit of its concrete historical unfoldment

A young couple picnics at the side of a country road. They’re dressed like English majors and they’re lost in thought, gazing off at a solitary snowy mountain in the distance, set against a reddening sky. The treats on their blanket are beautifully arranged. They do not see the bus that’s careening their way. It’s all here on the watercolored cover of the Magnetic Fields’ The Wayward Bus: introspection, space, sweet afternoons, death just over the hill. Though Susan Anway’s...