ok, haven't read much of the thread yet but I pretty much made 90% of my music smoking really good marijuana...maybe 8% on meth and the rest while on  coke. I had a bad meth habit for  awhile when I was depressed after loosing my first company, it  kept me awake  and allowed me to function. I was a young coke addict for a few years in my youth for no reason but i made a few songs on it. Marijuana is my love and I use her for creativity and  try not to smoke too much so i don't have to beat myself up over it...moderation is key...if you eat toooo many twinkies you will die. - SLF imho

no meth almost was... music saves

"Two drops in a cup of peppermint tea and it's goodnight Irene. Too bad; Irene might have been a lot more fun awake."
 
haha-i thought that was really funny......................

Hi,
 
The only thing I would attempt and do music with, or write (which I have done many times), is the psychedelic ... and the rest ... just not for me.
 
Why?
 
Going back to Huxley, and many others, it helps one see more of the inside than what we know, and (sometimes) incapable of knowing for whatever reasons, from fear to paranoia to simple religious bruhaha, to social constraints, you name it.
 
It is, an individual trip, and the drug is not the problem, EVER. The person taking is, and how they look at it, and handle it, is the difference. Some folks just take themselves too seriously and are afraid to find that there are hundreds of closets and closets of memories that you would rather not even look at any more. You really do not have to look at them again, it is just like a "forgive and not forget", except that the forgetting is now, no longer a bothersome memory, but something that you can use to inspire yourself out from similar things.
 
The harsher and harder part of this all, was the media thing about these things, and how it made a point of convincing you how bad it was ... instead of telling you what a dead end a religious this or that was, in contrast. The typical sort of thing that is used in recovery places to try and help folks ... you take them off one path and put them on another, and hope they can swim, or paddle their way through it, and of course, many will fail, and fall over, because that is not "their" path, and not something they can derive any valuable help from. You could consider it a guide, but at an impressionable moment, you will rarely think of it as a helper, and folks around you only want to "convince you" of something better ... like the book, or whatever.
 
The only answer and the only good process for it all ... is YOU. You have everything you need to get past it, and if you take that desire deep enough, it will work, and you will get at the source and resolve it. Of course, the same could be said for doing it, or taking it, and again, that is a matter for you to work on, not me, even as a suggestion.

Dave's not here.

57Gregy
Dave's not here.

 

bitflipper
Huh?

Perfect! 

That lego youtube is awesome, thanks sharke

Sigh. And we're getting a new AG who's just left of Genghis Khan.

Another interesting correlation: in 2014, both teams that met in the Superbowl represented the only two states with legal pot. Coincidence?
 
 

Personally I'd like to see the general affect on people's waistlines as a result of legalizing something which makes you move slower and eat more 

Pot is the easiest thing I ever gave up,  I went through a bit of mania for a few weeks as I'd been smoking near an ounce of hash a day but I always felt I had the choice whether I smoked it or not after I quit.  Somebody mentioned enjoying the novelty aspect of being 'straight' and that's pretty much how I entered into it.  I've been clean now best part of 20 years and sober for 30.
 
Sure I get a bit of insomnia now and then but I find the trick there is not to lose sleep over it, so to speak.
 
I'll just get up and post something like this or do something useful rather than lying there listening to my head and lo and behold I'll get my sleeping quota in, eventually it takes care of itself.
 
There were consequences though that much abuse left me with COPD which won't go away but I don't have to make it worse today.

I was an everyday pot smoker from about the age of 16 to the age of 29 or 30. Everyone I knew was too, including my dad. I smoked a lot with him, we'd get high and listen to Zappa. When I started in the late 80's in the UK it was all hashish. Weed was rare. We used to do "hot knives" - you'd heat a couple of knives on the stove, put a "blim" (probably a Geordie term) of hash between them and press hard. Massive stream of pot smoke immediately, which you'd suck up through a plastic bottle with the bottom cut off. Boy that was a strong hit. 
 
"Skunk" weed became commonplace in the early 90's and my consumption kind of took off from there. It came to a head sometime in my late 20's when I'd managed to find a plentiful supply of strong, cheap weed and took to selling it to people in my social circle. For a year or so, that was my job. I'd cycle all over the city with my fragrant backpack, spreading sweetness and light to anyone who could pony up the cash. I kept proper accounts, gave credit (or "chucky" as we called it) and actually made enough out of it to stop working - at that point I had been making a living as a double glazing salesman, a job which made me feel like a total scumbag (I worked with some pretty dicey people, most of them ex-cons). So the pot dealing actually seemed like a step up the ladder, believe it or not 
 
That's when I realized I was smoking 10 - 15 joints a day and it was time to cut back. I was virtually never not stoned. Wake and bake. It actually gets kind of depressing, and seriously affects your sex life! So I made a vow never to smoke before 6pm. I'd get up early, be productive, go work out, go for a swim, come home, eat lots of healthy food and then by the time it came to roll my first phatty, I'd really appreciate it. I learned a very important lesson, that to enjoy anything in life, you need the contrast between work and play. 
 
I guess it stopped when I moved to NYC. I lived in Nantucket for a year before then, and that was one long party let me tell you. But I really didn't smoke much. The novelty and fun of living in a new country was plenty enough stimulation for me. When eventually I got bored of Nantucket I literally threw some stuff and hopped on a bus to NYC, and I've been here ever since. I did try getting back into regular smoking sometime around 2007, but found scoring weed in New York to be somewhat of a scarier experience. I would call a big Jamaican guy called Kev, and you'd have to get into his car and drive around with him a while because he was paranoid. Really nice guy, and otherwise a respectable family man, but I was always aware that he had a gun in the glove box, and that was a far cry from back home when all my contacts had been bleary eyed hippies who lived in a world of rainbows and unicorns. What eventually freaked me out to the point of stopping for good was when I got in the car with Kev in a very stoned and paranoid state, and he pulled up to a venue around the corner from me which holds freestyle rap nights. The line outside was full of scantily clad girls and their gangster boyfriends. Kev pulled up to the curb, leaned over me, wound down my window and yelled "Hey LADIIEEEEEZ! You wanna come and party with a Jamaican guy? Come on girls don't be shy, you don't wanna be wit' those guys, come play wit' Kev!" And I sat there looking straight ahead, sick with fear, thinking "Oh god, THIS is how it starts. This is how the shootings begin, someone's gonna fire at this car at any minute." 

They didn't, but my whole buzz was shot after that. I never called Kev again. These days I only ever smoke on special occasions, I have a friend in Jersey who gets the good stuff. But it's so strong that two or three times a year is enough for me. 

That's my favorite genre bit! Give me a dragon and some elves and I'm HAPPY!
 
If you want some further suggestions in that line just let me know. :)

I make music a small amount of time and am not high all the time just sometimes enough to be not too much...don't get me wrong I have done too much in the past...just being honest... Thanks - SLF

I'm not that into fantasy novels but I remember one that I read years ago and really enjoyed, mainly because it's so beautifully written and paints such vivid pictures in the mind. It's called Tigana and is by Guy Gavriel Kay. I've been meaning to check out his other stuff for almost 25 years, lol.