Strange Brews and Ghostly Tales

The pungent aroma of pine needles and damp earth permeated the cool night air as Ginger Baker’s rental car navigated the winding backroads of upstate New York. The old curmudgeon was headed out on a brand-new time traveling escapade, eager to join some of his new mates at a remote cabin on the back side of Upper Chateaugay Lake, a secluded spot far from the probing eyes of the social media influencers trying to figure out if his old blues combo, The Cream, was ever going to stop quarreling about bassist Jack Bruce, reunite and record another album to make some serious quid. Flanked on all sides by a mysterious second-growth forest of enormous white pines, the one-lane dirt road was now almost pitch black except for the car’s headlights piercing the darkness.

Ginger could feel his pulse quicken as he approached his destination. Just last week on The Joe Rogan Experience podcast, he had finally tantalizingly teased never-before-heard details about the strange case of Evelyn Nesbit and her occult time travel experiments using electrical induction in these very woods over a century ago. But his producer had cut him off before he could reveal too much! Now, the wilderness and Adirondack Park Agency assisted to shield his story from the cameras and microphones, or any type of pesky surveillance tech from this age (by simply using a thin layer of tinfoil hidden inside his headgear!). Finally, after months, patiently waiting for the right moment, with the right people, quietly withholding his shocking, newly-obtained moth-eaten secret dossier, shared by a surprising but highly trusted source, Ginger was now ready to unpack the full, unbelievable, and extremely bizarre tale.

The spacious cabin soon came into view, windows glowing warmly against the cold autumn night. Elon Musk’s gleaming Tesla was parked out front. Our friendly host, fighter and entertainer Jack Clifford, a friend of Rogan, greeted Ginger at the door with a hearty handshake, waving him inside. The interior was rustically furnished but with a subtle air of aristocratic elegance and comfort. A fire crackled in the stone hearth as Clifford handed Ginger a prized rare glass of potent, fully-aged, Brazen Serpent Wendigo Whisky.

“Welcome, man! Make yourself at home. Elon just got here too. We’re stoked to finally hear more about this wild Evelyn Nesbit situation you hinted at. This is gonna be epic!” said Joe.

Ginger settled into a leather armchair and took a sip of whisky. “Right-o, mate. This stuff is top notch. Speaking of quality libations, I happened to come across some primo local greenery called Crompsville Thai Dreamscape. Rolled us up a little treat to enjoy as I spin this crazy yarn.”

He passed Joe and Elon each a rollie of the exotic local hybrid to sample along with the whisky. A few puffs in, their spirits were lifted even higher in anticipation of the tale to come.

“Wow, this Crompsville Thai Dreamscape is out of sight!” said Joe with a grin. “Okay man, we’re primed and ready. Let’s hear all about Evelyn!”

Ginger launched into the chilling story from decades past, transporting his enthralled companions back to the early 1900s when young Evelyn first befriended Nikola Tesla…

Evelyn Nesbit was a rare beauty known for her work as an artist’s model in New York City. But at age 16 she befriended Stanny’s friend, the eccentric inventor Nikola Tesla, who took her under his wing. The Serbian-born scientist was obsessed with wireless transmission of electricity and communication with other realms…

The tale unfolded dramatically as Ginger described Evelyn’s occult forest experiments using electrical induction to produce her bizarre, towering Electric Wendigos, her contact with interdimensional beings … and the dark fate she met alone in her remote secret South Inlet Standish laboratory…

Joe and Elon sat transfixed, occasionally pausing to take sips of whisky and pulls from the exotic Crompsville Thai Dreamscape. The cozy cabin took on an otherworldly quality under the influence of the strong local hybrid.

After the unsettling conclusion, the new friends continued discussing Tesla’s radical theories, Elon’s plans for X, Ginger’s plans on releasing the remastered “lost” sessions of Pastor Pete’s Rolling Crimson Thunder Experience — an experimental African groove-oriented funk project from 1969, rumored to be a supergroup of mainly 1960s British supergroups, with Johnny Winter sitting in on several tracks playing raw Texas slide guitar like he’s never been heard — and, of course, always, always, the fathomless mysteries still lurking in the Shatagee Woods. Finally, with their outlooks well-tempered by whisky and songi, their dialogue delved deeply into the wee hours of early morning light, drunkenly theorizing the philosophical and astrophysical dimensionsh of Evelyn’s tragic shtory.