I should have known the risks you run when you steal your weed from the mafia, but shit doesn’t exactly come with warning labels. I have already explained to you guys how we procured marijuana for a good chink of my high school years in Plymouth, but if you don’t know the story, click the blue letters in that first sentence to read about teenage stupidity at its finest. Anyway, you get your hands on some weed and you smoke it. That is how it worked with my friends. You also need to factor in the fact that, in the nineties, there weren’t as many strains and varieties of marijuana as there is today. There wasn’t even multiple grades. Generally, you found cheap, low-grade weed, or you found skunk. There was no in-between, atleast for us. But on one occasion, my boy snatched up his usual baggy full, and we all wandered into his basement like the stoner clichés we were all slowly becoming, yet we had an experience unlike any before. We smoked our usual copious amounts of marijuana because, for the most part, it was always the same. We would get stupid high. Put on the TV, Eat some food (as in anything not bolted down) and then wander back home when it came time. Well, we gathered together one day and did it like we always did it, and I really didn’t figure out anything was wrong until I realized one of my friends was talking to himself, one was on the floor crying, one looked like he was dying, and one was looking at me like he was going to stab me. That is the moment when I knew something was way off. How we all made it out alive I will never know.
LSD consumption and artistic creation seem to go hand in hand, and with good reason. They are a sort of magical loop, where one feeds the other, feeds the other, feeds the other, and so on. It is a never-ending cycle that has existed, and will continue to, as long as music and art exists. And being an ardent supporter and lover of both music AND hallucinogens, I can’t help but notice a few songs where it seems hallucinogens may have been consumed before the song was created. I realize this is all purely speculation on my part, but that is half the fun of being a writer, taking drugs and speculating on when other people took drugs. In the field of psychology, they would call what I am doing “projecting”, and I am fine with that. Also note, you will find a sort of mad dash between happy songs and dark songs here, and that polarity on this list is intentional, because that is what drugs are like. Amazing one minute, and world destroying the next. That comment will make more sense when you see the recent Syd Barret pic that is posted further down in this article. Buckle up, kids, because we are going deep down the rabbit hole.
Listen, just because you may have never taken hallucinogens doesn’t mean you wont enjoy this list. You see, realistically, people who have never taken hallucinogens have often never taken them because the misconceptions and fears about them, which society only works at perpetuating. Jaundice journalism, if I may be so bold. But this list will show you what you have been taught is quite wrong, actually. For those who have taken hallucinogens, they know that the inch thick (proverbial) goggles we wear in our lives without ever knowing it get stripped off under the influence of hallucinogens, and we see life as we never had before, yet we see it like we were intended to. The colors are crisp, the thoughts are divine epiphanies, and the most predominant thing you feel is the constant joy at how new, stunning, and alive everything suddenly becomes. And if you can “trip” anywhere, you should trip in the woods. You really should. But on the off-chance it is cold outside, or stormy, or you have the inability to get yourself to a forest safely, the next best thing to do is create art, in any form. Be it music or painting or writing, like I am right now. But, if you are trapped inside and not feeling the creation vibe, the NEXT best thing to do when tripping is put on a movie and just sit back and bug out. The thing is, the movies you put on during a trip will form the feeling of that trip, so the films you choose are essential to heightening the already amazing experience. Here are six (yes, there’s an extra hidden at the end) movies to watch while tripping your face off, that will only make your trip that much more enjoyable. Well, except for The Wall. That one may tweak you out a little, but you should still watch it tripping.
You know the bug. That one bug that “got away.” It has happened to you, too. It has happened to all of us. He sits there, on the far wall, mocking you. Most times, though, it is an evil bug. Like a spider, or a millipede. Now I fully realize those bugs aren’t actually evil, but to people scared of bugs, every bug looks evil. They look like tiny, terrifying beasts. And so what do you do? You work up the courage to go smash it. You roll up a newspaper, or grab a vacant slipper off the floor, and you walk over v e r y s l o w l y. When you are within a foot of the bug, you begin to lift your arm, again, in super-slow-motion. You pull your arm back, not enough to startle the little abomination, but enough to give you enough speed to kill it. You make a war cry, or some kind of odd grunt and you SOMEHOW MISS THE BUG! And it falls behind the couch/bureau/desk/toilet/bed. And then fear sinks into you slow, like white-hot needles. That bug is angry, and it knows, and now it is going to KILL ME.
I get filled with a childlike wonder when I look at this video. It starts small in my gut, like nerves. And by the middle of the video, they are full on butterflies. Why? Because my brain sees this and reverts back to child mode. My mind REFUSES to see the legs or recognize this as a fully body puppet. I just notices the movements and how perfect they are. The cued sound effects. The life in the eyes (somehow) and it all floors me. Makes me feel like a giddy little kid. So ofcourse, I had to share it with all of you.
Is there a funnier comedian than Louis CK right now?
I am a huge fan of the late Mitch Hedberg, but outside of a few legends, CK is owning the comedy scene right now.
He has the wit of George Carlin, the balls of Bill Hicks, and a voice all his own.
He is the comedian who says what we are all thinking, but says it way cooler and funnier than any of us could.
Take for example, his personal stance on smoking pot.
The hilarity lies in just how right he is.
Anyone who smokes or has smoked in the last five years knows just how spot on he is here about herb.
The best comedians are the ones who step up and say whatever the fuck they please, with no concern about how others will view them for it.
In comedy, nothing should be sacred, nothing should be safe.
Just listen to his thought about being white. Would anyone else have the balls to say that so concisely?
With Louis CK, nothing’s sacred, and he doesn’t care what you think about it, either way.
That is what is so genius about him.
Don’t check out my site, guys, go check out his. And buy his stuff so he doesn’t sue me.
Sometimes, late at night, I will wander around the internet in a haze.
Eventually, I will trip over something cool enough to take note of.
Tonight, thanks to this site right here, I found this:
And it blew my mind.
This commercial begs so many questions:
1) Why is this the worst, yet still somehow the catchiest song ever written?
You may argue that last sentence, but if you watch the video, you will be cursed with singing
“DRUGS, DRUGS, DRUGS. Which are good and which are bad” for the next week, mark my words.
2)Is this is anti-drug song? Because honestly, it feels more like a pro-drug chant that hippies would sing at a rally
3) I grew up in the 80′s, so how did I not see this? What kind of tiny box must my parents have stuck me inside, that my youth was denied this gem?
4) This might be the best thing I ever saw.
Oh sorry, that last one wasn’t a question.
I have this damn drugs song stuck in my head.
I am hoping in sharing this with you, I lose the curse of the drugs song.
Like the videotape in The Ring, I am trying to pass this evil on to you.
I am sorry