Floating in Inner Space


Most of the known  techniques of altering and focusing human consciousness/awareness are thousands of years old. It is exceedingly rare that a new tool is discovered. And when one is, it takes a while for people to figure out how to use it. John C. Lily pioneered the floatation tank in 1954. The idea is simple. You lie down in a dark tub of warm water loaded with enough salt so that you just float there. With the body no longer sending sensory signals of any kind to the brain, the mind is freed to turn inwards. This revolutionary technique has not been widely investigated; not much has come from it other than the unfortunate 1980’s movie Altered States.

We should not be too quick to dismiss the floatation tank’s potential. The microscope was invented in 1590, but nobody really knew what to do with the darn thing. It was over 80 years before Antoni van Leeuwenhoek thought to use it on organic matter, thus discovering micro-organisms and revolutionizing biology and medicine. Currently floatation tanks are recommended to achieve perfect states of relaxation, but I suspect they may be capable of much more.

I got the chance to try one at Common Ground, a holistic wellness center in Portland. They have one of the older tanks on the West Coast, originally purchased in 1984 for 10,000 dollars. I spoke with Talina, the Spa manager at Common Ground, about who uses the floatation tank and why. She said, “Some people, mostly young guys, come in expecting to trip out when they try it, but that’s not really likely.” Her regular users report it’s great for a variety of ailments, from back pain to arthritis. She also described it as “training wheels for meditation . . . 1 and half hours in the floatation tank is equal to 5 hours of REM sleep.” Talina instructed me to be careful not to get any of the salt water in my eyes and to fully relax and let the water support my weight.

When I first entered the tank, the sensation of floating on my back effortlessly in the warm water was so startling that it was impossible to resist the temptation to play and wiggle around like a fish, enjoying the new sense of buoyancy (I have been trying with mixed results to teach myself how to swim in regular water for the past several months). In the salt water, it’s as easy as lying down on the couch. The water (with 800 pounds of salt) keeps your arms, legs, and torso floating up out of the water, which is shockingly only 10 inches deep! Even my head, when fully relaxed, was supported upright enough so that I didn’t have to worry about water getting in my eyes or nose. After splashing around for a bit I quieted down and settled in to the experience.

The tank was tall and wide enough so that I could fully stretch out my toes and arms and just barely touch the ends of the tub.  The water is kept at a skin-receptor-neutral 93.5 degrees. The tub is lined with a plastic or rubber sheet like an above-ground swimming pool. Reaching down behind me, I found the bottom of the tank to be crunchy with salt. The air also had a sharp tang to it from the salt, it irritated my nostrils for the first few minutes but then I got used to it. Once I settled down and just let myself float there, I began to get the uncanny feeling that I was spinning, as though my head were suddenly veering off to the left or the right, like my whole body was beginning to whirl around. It wasn’t a violent sensation at all, but more like a gentle suggestion that seemed to fade when I paid attention to it. From time to time I would bob up against one of the sides of the tank and then, with a gentle push, float off in the other direction very slowly.

I was wearing ear plugs to keep the water out and it helped with sound reduction. It was pitch dark, which I have always found interesting to be not black but a very dark grey. The brain gray,  or  eigengrau, that is still perceived by the brain even in total absence of light. But the total absence of sound and vision is not something wholly unusual; most of us experience something as close to this as possible every night when we go to bed. It was the absence of weight and tactile information that was stunning. The idea of course behind all of this is that your body isn’t taking in  any sensory information, that atention is free to go elsewhere. Think of the analogy of  an overloaded computer that suddenly has shut down half of its programs, it’s bound to sudennly run a whole lot smoother. (Indeed you might extend that analogy and say that the point of practices such as meditation or floatation is to reboot the hard drive.)

At first I felt the bodily sensation of, well, having a body was greatly increased. This was strange, I had been told people have used the tanks for research into out-of-body experiences. (If you have had an out of body experience you can attest that they are often preceded by the spins.) If anything, I was more aware of the sensation of the physicality of my limbs and chest. I could hear my heartbeat and breathing louder than anything in the world.

Gradually however I adapted to the feeling of floating, and my arms, leg, neck and body seemed to melt away. I have a fleeting memory of the sort of images that linger from a half-forgotten dream: a river, a boat, lights, polar bears? And then  I was startled from my trance by soft music  indicating my session was over. An hour and a half had gone by as swiftly as a good night’s rest. Had I completely zonked out? If so, I was quite comfortable levitating on a bed of water, but the state seemed to me more akin to the strange trance-like fugue that I experience whenever I get acupuncture. A refreshing, revitalizing state resembling sleep, but one that is more conscious and more aware than sleep. I left the session with a definite feeling of lightness and nonchalance. In a word – high.

Floatation tanks are still a novelty; they are rare and the costs are prohibitive for most people. However, if you get the chance, the experience is definitely worth seeking out. The fact that nothing revolutionary had been found so far didn’t stop Antoni van Leeuwenhoek.

For more information, or to see if there is a floatation tank near you, check out these resources:

www.floatfinder.com

www.floatation.com ( see their list of places where you can float)

www.samadhitank.com

www.commongroundpdx.com

www.floathq.com

A Poem from Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz


At the Office Holiday Party
by Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz

I can now confirm that I am not just fatter
than everyone I work with, but I’m also fatter
than all their spouses. Even the heavily bearded
bear in accounting has a little otter-like boyfriend.

When my co-workers brightly introduce me
as “the funny one in the office,” their spouses
give them a look which translates to, Well, duh,
then they both wait for me to say something funny.

A gaggle of models comes shrieking into the bar
to further punctuate why I sometimes hate living
in this city. They glitter, a shiny gang of scissors.
I don’t know how to look like I’m not struggling.

Sometimes on the subway back to Queens,
I can tell who’s staying on past the Lexington stop
because I have bought their shoes before at Payless.
They are shoes that fool absolutely no one.

Everyone wore their special holiday party outfits.
It wasn’t until I arrived at the bar that I realized
my special holiday party outfit was exactly the same
as the outfits worn by the restaurant’s busboys.

While I’m standing in line for the bathroom,
another patron asks if I’m there to clean it.

A TESTIMONIAL RIFF: Tony Rettman on SUNBURNED HAND OF THE MAN, SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE, COMETS ON FIRE (Arthur, 2003)

Above: the cover to Arthur No. 7 (Nov 2003)—artwork by John Coulthart, design by W.T. Nelson


Dark Funk, Gardenfolk and the Almighty Zaps
This summer, underground psych bands SUNBURNED HAND OF THE MAN, COMETS ON FIRE and SIX ORGANS OF ADMITTANCE ventured across the continent in a traveling caravan of mindblowers. Tony Rettman reports live from the scene.

Originally published in Arthur No. 7 (November 2003)

“Jazz doesn’t have to swing and rock doesn’t have to rock and religion has next to nothing to do with God.” —Richard Meltzer

Yes. Meltzer’s testimonial riff is the kind that can really get you going going gone. Strip music of any elements that seem banal, pretentious or overly cerebral. Twist the sound into something of your own. Create a primal celebration of boundary-less independence. Join the others who’ve walked through the door marked “Free”—and emerge with a blown mind full of free jazz, psychedelia, proto-metal, oddball folk, prog rock, blues, English country rock, funk, mind-numbing drones, electronic music, non-genre improvisation.

In the past few years, a seemingly ever-growing number of underground American artists have been making that trek Beyond, collecting elements from these sounds and shooting them through a post-punk perspective, laying the results down on self-pressed vinyl and home-burned CD-Rs, sold through homegrown distribution networks like Brooklyn’s Fusetron, Arizona’s Eclipse Records, and Massachusetts’ Forced Exposure and Ecstatic Yod.

But a funny thing is happening. Through next to no effort of their own, these freaks are now attracting the attention of curious folk from outside the esoteric, near-hermetic circles that their music was necessarily born from and sustained by. Indeed, the very definition of this genre-obscuring cult movin’ on up happened this July when three of the finest units out of this quote scene unquote descended on Pianos in NYC to strut their stuff: San Francisco’s’ loud-as-hell psychedelic four-piece Comets On Fire, Boston’s 15-member sound collective The Sunburned Hand of the Man and the author of the new chapter of gypsy folk meanings from Santa Cruz, Six Organs of Admittance. This show—the conclusion of a three-week tour—brought together three groups who are aesthetically linked in approach, intensity and a loosely limbed philosophy: Here’s how the whole enchilada—the show, the tour, the bands themselves—came together and got down to getting Free.

* * *

Ben Chasny is Six Organs of Admittance–he is the sole soul responsible for the unearthly and solemn sounds created under this moniker, with others occasionally sitting in on recordings and live sets. Tonight at Pianos in he first and he plays alone, acoustic guitar in his lap, head down and hair in face, with only his black jackbooted heel to keep the beat. “Transcendent” is the bang-on word to describe what Chasny lays out. His music conjures up foggy, half-remembered memories of drunken nights in overlit fluorescent rooms that pulse. Strange feelings that mix danger with joy. And then he busts out with a cover of Neil Young’s “A Man Needs a Maid.”

Visiting with Chasny later in the evening over a beer at the bar, I get some background. Chasny grew up in the woods bordering the northern California town of Eureka, 300 miles north of San Francisco. His musical upbringing was positive hardcore punk, until one day when his hippie father laid dark folk troubadour Nick Drake’s Fruit Tree box set on him. In it laid all the keys needed to open Chasny’s doors wide open. A second turning point came when a friend returned from a journey to San Francisco with a copy of the underground psych magazine Forced Exposure in hand. “That magazine was filled with exactly what I knew was out there but couldn’t find,” says Chasny. “I went crazy and started absorbing all the new sounds they were championing.”

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Selections from the Arthur Twitter feed…

Recent (Nov. 17-today) stuff on twitter.com/arthurmagazine

Best “Alan Partridge’s Mid Morning Matters” yet: Episode 5
http://bit.ly/e2TCso

LIBERATION SOUNDS: “One Nation Under a Groove (Part 1)” Parliament-Funkadelic, D.C. 1979 video * http://bit.ly/fPK5Ts

UNTOPPABLE: Parliament-Funkadelic “Aqua Boogie (Part 1)”- D.C. 1979 video * #lookattheladies
http://bit.ly/eCNJjy

Noam Chomsky described it as “the gravest domestic crime of the Nixon administration” * #fredhampton
http://bit.ly/gGJz4R

“Blood Sport: The Louisiana Cockfighters Manual” by Stacy Kranitz, photojournalist and longtime Arthur contributor
http://bit.ly/eUpVVx

The great LYNDA BARRY, interviewed at The Paris Review: “What makes us start drawing and what makes us stop?” “I believe that the arts are like an external immune system. I believe that they have a biological function.” *
http://bit.ly/dGrVqe

I’m tired of shit sucking for all the talented people I know. This country needs a new WPA and it needs it fucking right now. Giving people Google jobs doesn’t cut it. * WPA:
http://bit.ly/g9GqXj

#ediebushwick “new WPA”: we might find the new Jim Thompson (head of the Oklahoma Federal Writers Project, a New Deal program)…

Very sad about the passing of Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson. What a C.V.: Hipgnosis, Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, Coil and more.

Peter ‘ Sleazy’ Christopherson 1955-2010
http://throbbing-gristle.com

“He was one of his generation’s first openly gay musicians, railing against homophobia and ‘Christian perversions’ such as monogamy, while making music designed to help others live with HIV.” — Dave Simpson on Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson at The Guardian
http://bit.ly/fvCuRZ

Cosey Fanni Tutti & Chris Carter statement on Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson
http://bit.ly/fABPhw

“So worthy of the honoured name ‘Master’”: Gensis Breyer P-Orridge pays tribute to Peter ‘Sleazy’ Christopherson
http://bit.ly/dGNac3

Extensive tribute at Brainwashed * “Peter Christopherson: 1955-2010”
http://bit.ly/exCHuU

“Peace and Love always to you, beloved Sleaz, now with beloved Jhonn, at play in Æon.” – David Tibet
http://bit.ly/hC9CkQ

Coulthart tribute to Peter Christopherson
http://bit.ly/i1rQBH

“DIY Futures: Los Angeles and the Closing of Echo Curio”
http://t.co/1u5m6Zv

[Unsolicited suggestion to musicians: Play by the LA River.]

Dorian Cope at On This Deity on “The avant-garde soundtrack to what is possibly the most extraordinary ‘first date’ ever.” “[T]they dared to mass-popularise radicalism.” * #johnandyoko
http://bit.ly/eeGq3m

n/r: LIFE by Keith Richards. He’s as smart as you thought he’d be. Great stories from Grandpa Rocknroll.

#mongabay Hairy enigma of the Serengeti photographed again
http://sns.ly/EMs61

Planetary treasure Willie Nelson busted by Border Patrol/Texas sheriff for 6oz medicinal herb on bus, out on bail
http://nyti.ms/gQQVcN

“[Willie] could get 180 days in county jail, which if he does, I’m going to make him cook & clean—Hudspeth County Sheriff Arvin West. “He can wear the stripy uniforms just like the other ones do.” *
http://bit.ly/f3FKtJ

Essential reading: “Much of what investment bankers do is socially worthless” #fuckwallstreet
http://nyr.kr/elCWET

“We are experiencing an explosion of Northern Lights”
http://bit.ly/fTb5k2

“As though Ken Russell had dragged some feral boy out of the woods and had him declaim 17th century refusenik tracts over music by the all-time best Detroit rock band…” – Julian Cope’s tribute to ‘Anarchy In the UK’ on the 34th anniversary of its UK release at On This Deity
http://bit.ly/fio2RJ

#roundmyskull Basil Wolverton’s 1930s science fiction portfolio
http://bit.ly/gRTFK2

RIP Chalmers Johnson – American “blowback” theorist/historian, anti-US Empire writer
http://nyti.ms/gYETff

#NatGeoSociety Pictures: Best Underwater Views of 2010 Announced
http://on.natgeo.com/h38Whk

‘Godfather of ecstasy’ Alexander Shulgin suffers stroke * The Guardian
http://bit.ly/ect1oo

Are today’s University of California students the most docile in history?
http://lat.ms/fWzVTU

“The anniversary of Thatcher’s resignation is a date to celebrate and savour.” Dorian Cope on 20th anniversary
http://bit.ly/fK4FkJ

What Primal Scream were listening to during their fantastic Screamadelica period * 2-hour broadcast
http://bbc.in/f6GG5D

Anne R. Dick’s memoir, ‘The Search for Philip K. Dick’ *
http://nyti.ms/eSbBnp

“Humanity is nature becoming self-conscious.” — Elisée Reclus

Fascinating piece on contemporary cherubic countertenor Philippe Jaroussky in the NYT, who sings in a way that recalls the castrati. #TheThirdSex (Castrati were “male singers who were castrated before they reached puberty in order to preserve their high, pure voices.”) Castratism “kept the papal choirs and ducal courts supplied with sopranos for their Vivaldi oratorios.” Finally outlawed by Vatican in 1903. “Yet these maimed idols, these eunuchs to the kingdom of art, continued to haunt our collective psyche…” #KnowYourCatholicHistory #eurobarbarism
http://nyti.ms/9rVhve

#ubuweb “Taliesin West” (1950, Jim Davis), made at the request of Frank Lloyd Wright who trusted no other filmmaker
http://is.gd/hyTfa

#jdsamson LA DJ GIG DECEMBER 10TH IS NOW ALL FEMALE HANG THE DJS! THIS SHIT IS GOING TO RULE DEEPLY FROM WITHIN. AND POUR OUT ONTO THE WORLD.

#ubuweb David Cronenberg lecturing on Andy Warhol [MP3]:
http://is.gd/hu4NP

A smart guy thinks about Glenn Beck – Mark Lilla in The New York Review of Books
http://bit.ly/cEVJS0

Too bad about the cover, but lotta good stuff inside from this crucial member of the San Francisco Diggers
http://amzn.to/cqa2mi

Good to revisit this document regularly, for perspective
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Oldgrowth3.jpg

ALLMANNS Sept 1970 “Whipping Post” Fillmore East live on VIDEO #beautiful
http://bit.ly/cDktL1

#PictureBoxBooks Great interview with Brian Chippendale at Tiny Mix Tapes. Get psyched for book tour!
http://tinyurl.com/38ae7et

#volcanictongue Working our way through the incredible Merzbient box. Massively psychedelic drone/noise constructs.
http://bit.ly/dpp773

“Serge said that from the age of six he was aware that he was an anarchist.” * #onthisdeity #doriancope #knowledge
http://bit.ly/aUEsys

#johncoulthart The great Tom Phillips’ reworks his Humument for the iPad
http://bit.ly/9FSxKs

“In the late ’60s a significant # of poets and artists were among the psychedelic refugees that went to Bolinas…”
http://bit.ly/dkDb0U

“I think in the next three to five years, you’ll see half the bookstores in this country close.”
http://bit.ly/aS2TFT

Inter-Dimensional Music on KRTS Marfa, 93.5 FM

Join me, Arthur Vaultkeeper Daniel “Chambo” Chamberlin, this Sunday 5 December 2010 on KRTS Marfa, 93.5 FM for a fresh edition of “Inter-Dimensional Music.”

Listen for cosmic vibes from Dylan Ettinger, Atlas Sound, Michael Hoenig and Dolphins Into The Future, as well as other radiant jams perhaps best exemplified visually by the above image from the Bottomless Lakes outside of Roswell, New Mexico, a recent stop on my Thanksgiving tour of the riparian canyonlands, high altitude meadows and desert cenotes of the American Southwest.

“Inter-Dimensional Music” floats through the Far West Texas air at 93.5 FM from 9-11pm (CST), and is often available streaming live online at www.marfapublicradio.org.

CF/Chippendale/Fraction interview

CF and Brian Chippendale came by Floating World last month as part of their book tour for Powr Mastrs 3 and If ‘n Oof.  It was great to meet these Fort Thunder legends in person.  We started the evening with each artist doing a slide show presentation as they talked about their work.  Brian shared a lot of really cool early drawings, zines and sketchbook stuff that we’d never seen before.  CF gave a preview of some new paintings he’s been working on. It looks like CF is ready to start experimenting with some new styles.  I also admire that CF was really comfortable talking about some of the more abstract, subconscious philosophies that go into being an artist.  His mystic personality balanced nicely with Brian Chippendale’s sweet punk personality.

Then we were joined by superstar comics writer Matt Fraction (Casanova, Invincible Iron Man, Thor), who moderated an interview with the boys.  It was a a great comics crossover to have one of the top mainstream writers meet with two of the best creators from the avant garde experimental comics world.  We found that CF and Chippendale are actually working in the action genre and Fraction said they were representing the weird comics power of Jack Kirby better than anyone in the mainstream comics world.  For your pleasure we recorded the 60 minute conversation in its entirety.