En Wired publican una entrevista con Oliver Sacks sobre su último libro Musicophilia: Tales of Music and the Brain (curiosamente, indican que la versión web es la larga, es decir que la que aparece en la revista es menos; ¿para qué sirve entonces la revista?). Tanto me ha gustado, que he pedido el libro.
Un fragmento curioso sobre drogas y música:
Hume wondered whether one can imagine a color that one has never encountered. One day in 1964, I constructed a sort of pharmacological mountain, and at its peak, I said, «I want to see indigo, now!» As if thrown by a paintbrush, a huge, trembling drop of purest indigo appeared on the wall — the color of heaven. For months after that, I kept looking for that color. It was like the lost chord.
Then I went to a concert at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. In the first half, they played the Monteverdi Vespers, and I was transported. I felt a river of music 400 years long running from Monteverdi’s mind into mine. Wandering around during the interval, I saw some lapis lazuli snuffboxes that were that same wonderful indigo, and I thought, «Good, the color exists in the external world.» But in the second half I got restless, and when I saw the snuffboxes again, they were no longer indigo — they were blue, mauve, pink. I’ve never seen that color since.
It took a mountain of amphetamine, mescaline, and cannabis to launch me into that space. But Monteverdi did it too.
(vía Boing Boing)