As one gets older, only specific memories stick out in the brain. Or maybe it’s more like a conglomeration of random events pieced together to create a distorted reality. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I’ve blocked most of my time in high school. I mean, come on, who really wants to remember that shit? Either it was awful or great; and the people who think it was great are currently reliving the nightmare over and over again on facebook, hoping to recreate the so-called “good” times of the past. Ick.
My point is I don’t remember being at my friend’s house playing with a black light, but at the same time I do. It’s one of the few things I can see in my mind from that period of time. And no, I wasn’t stoned. Probably everyone else was though. Anyway, I couldn’t imagine taking an experience with a black light and running with it. Like running so far that I move to another country and start a museum about it. Well, it looks like someone has.
That someone would be a random American hippie named Nick Padalino (are you really surprised he looks like this?) who appears to have taken Amsterdam’s cannabis culture to the extreme. He runs a small museum called Electric Ladyland (after the title of one of Jimi Hendrix’s albums in case you don’t have a degree in hippie history or were born in 1995, which is probably true for 90% of tumblr users). The museum honors everything fluorescent, from minerals to lava lamps to art creations. Far out, man!
In the dark cellar of one of Jordaan district’s townhouses, fluorescent objects are exhibited to create a full, multicolored experience. You become part of the art…or should I say the art becomes you? Whatever, man. It’s trippy! You feel like a walking and talking fluorescent poster or at least Ken Kesey. And if you think those are just minerals on display, you are sorely mistaken. You’ll wake up with what appears to be a dead prostitute in your bed and all your Euros missing.
