I Don't Know What You Got, But It's Got Me (1965) Little Richard

Hearing this song on acid probably ranks as one of the more profound musical experiences of my young life. While I had heard the song before, hearing it in the high alpine reaches of the acid ascent was like hearing it with the top of my head taken off; as if the heavy gauze had been removed from my ears; as if I had punched thru spacetime and Little Richard was there singing into my physiognomy: my whole body could hear this song. It’s an amazement Little Richard feels—"I’m so good even I can’t believe it!” History could not believe it either. Acid tends to do this trick with certain music—the right song, at the right time—and let me tell you what: it feels like being alive kicked up by several orders of magnitude: as if, in fact, you did not know there could be a feeling this large, like you had never even heard music before now. I can’t hear this song again without feeling like I’m being lowered into hot wax. The antinomies of affect blooming up out of the bliss and misery of human love obliterate the recall of your life up to that moment and you realize a feeling that you had been feeling all this time but did not know its true force until Little Richard sang it into your heart just now. Particularly devastating to your stable being if you love someone. Or not; IMO this is also a love song Little Richard sings to his own body.