Back Villager
Chapters (22)
  1. Cover
  2. BY THE SAME AUTHOR
  3. Title
  4. Dedication
  5. CONTENTS
  6. Map of Underhill
  7. ME (NOW)
  8. GROUND UNDER REPAIR (1990)
  9. DRIFTWOOD (1968)
  10. STOPCOCK (2019)
  11. ME (NOW)
  12. PAPPS WEDGE (2043)
  13. ME (NOW)
  14. MESSAGE BOARD (2012)
  15. REPORT OF DEBRIS (2014)
  16. BILLYWITCH (1932)
  17. SEARCH ENGINE (2099)
  18. EPILOGUEME (NOW)
  19. Acknowledgements
  20. A Note on the Author
  21. Supporters
  22. Copyright

Oh you saw that too, back at the start of the walk? It’s funny how you get these little connections that get your mind working, especially when you’re on a long walk, because I was thinking about that name, and then we were just talking about Reka trying to capture the sound of falling dust and turn it into a rhythm track, and it got me thinking about the Grateful Dead recording the sound of clean air in the desert and the sound of heavy air in the city and mixing them together into a rhythm track for Anthem of the Sun, which is an album where I think they really did jump the sun, and that got me thinking about Owsley Stanley, who was the sound man for the Dead in the early days, and also principally responsible for the supply of LSD to prominent musicians in the San Francisco area in the mid-sixties, and therefore at least partially responsible for this insanely enormous amount of transcendental and frontier-breaking psychedelic music, but who, by 2007, the fortieth anniversary of the Summer of Love, survived on an exclusively meat diet and spent a lot of his free time slaughtering toads near his house in Queensland, Australia. So you’ve got this dude who has been instrumental in the mind expansion that led to one of the most flabbergastingly creative artistic periods in all of history – a time when there was so much going on that someone as talented as RJ McKendree didn’t even have room to be recognised for the genius he was – and what he ends up as is this individual who is essentially made entirely of beef and chicken and – while suffering from the cancer that he thought his carnivorous leanings would prevent – goes out and murders as many as 225 toads per day using a highly toxic liquid disinfectant called Detsol. And that got me thinking about all the people who are these radical cultural icons when they are younger and how they very gradually change and come away from what they are and let down the people who adore them in the process, and how maybe it’s in the cacophony of fame that that happens, and you don’t even know that you’re changing and gradually becoming unmoored from what you were, you don’t even know that you’re becoming a carnivorous old toad exterminator.