![Channeling Spirits with V.D. Cards, or, Why We Didn't Make It to the [Medicinal] Cannibus Cup in L.A.](/images/c/channelingspiritswithvdcards.gif)
A generally unknown factoid about the bars downtown. If there are special events/music acts that are playing, depending on the venue and the demeanor of the bouncer, if you wait until like say, 12-12:30 AM to show up, they may wave the cover price at the door. We were fortunate enough to run upon this phenomenon when we returned to the Sister on the night of the 14th, or the wee hours of the 15th if you want to be technical about it.
I had heard about this group called OM as well as an artist named Sir Richard Bishop who were playing on stage that night.
We walked into a canopy of aphotic sounds and chain wallets, the stage area crammed all the way to the door as OM were in the process of finishing their set. The last 3 songs were immeasurably paranormal in feel, and the more one concentrated on newest addition, Robert Lowe, at the synthesizer/guitar, the more the audience seemed to be strangely transfixed. After leaving, I was quite convinced that the many mudras coming from his palms during the 10 minute bass solos and parabolic chanting left a charmed effect on the crowd. While their sound can be described as a mixture of funk/grindcore bass riffs, speed metal drumlines, and ties to places like cinematic sound scores and Theravada elder teachings, the visual experience itself finds no words to aptly describe. OM is another plane of perception, a convex emission of spirit and astral projected appreciation for the whims of the universe.
Even if you can't sneak your way in, and you have to pay full price like the rest of the hosers, well worth the carton of cigarettes you'd have to sacrifice for the experience.
