it's meant to be a sharing platter. but fuck that, i need my food
Millers
basically that JD sauce is just gorgeous
Small hourglass island
Always raining and foggy
Use an umbrella
Always raining and foggy
Use an umbrella
no ideaFatherTed wrote:
i cant find local shops that sell it mark does waitrose sell it?
Guy with two prosthetic legs is about to compete in the able-bodied 400M in the athletics at Crystal Palace. Go him!
(London Grand Prix)
(London Grand Prix)
is it poor little tink tink?
say what now?
Flaming_Maniac wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qlNEmpxQxI
Last edited by RDMC (2010-08-13 10:47:08)
http://kentsterling.com/2010/08/13/phis … mment-4077
There are people who complain they live in the wrong era – that the 1960s when many drugs were legal and plentiful – would have been more fun. To notions to dispel – that drugs aren’t plentiful, and that the people on them are having fun.
Phish is in town, and as I like their music very much, my wife and I decided to go see the show. To immerse ourselves in the experience, we decided to camp on site with thousands of other fans who travel from all over the country to see these events.
I’ve seen the film “Woodstock” and other concert films where people do this strange dance where they spin in circles and wave their hands around, always wondering just what would cause them to free style like that in a crowd of music fans. Last night, I found out. Acid, opium, pot, hash, and mushrooms.
Most concerts I’ve been to – at least the good ones have a band that connects with the audience as one. Because of the massive amounts – and I’m not overstating this – of drugs and the insulative nature of their effects, Phish has a relationship with each individual concert goer. They aren’t playing one concert for one audience. Phish plays 20,000 individual shows – one per audience member.
I’m not a prude, and think the smell of pot at a concert is nicely nostalgic – an artifact from a time when people were a little dumber and a lot more fun. Multiply that passing faint aroma by 20,000, and the results are stupefying. Thank God the show was outdoors. Put it in Conseco Fieldhouse and the crowd would have succumbed en masse to oxygen deprivation.
That’s not to say that pot is fun. I’ve never seen anyone enjoy themselves while stoned. They sit silent, totally removed from their surroundings. Fun is collaborative, not isolated.
There is something so unfortunate about teenagers getting stoned. It’s like they have decided that real life is either too difficult to navigate or not quite challenging enough. They would rather alter it somehow to remove whatever obstacle it is with chemicals than try to deal with it head-on. There is a resignation that accompanies drug use.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen most of what I saw yesterday. Last time I saw a drug transaction – 1984 when my coke dealer roommate invited two skanky coke whores to our apartment from he and our other roommate. Last time I saw mushrooms? 1983 at summer camp when a couple of counselors decided tripping at the roller rink while skating with the campers would be a lot of laughs. They vomited. Last time I saw anyone smoke opium – that was a first. Last time I saw dozens of dealers with backpacks filled with of the above and more – also a first.
Parents might think that concerts are a fun diversion from studies, and most of the time that’s true, but Phish shows are a trip into the use of illegal substances that is dizzying – literally.
The show itself was quite good. Phish is a jam band, so you know going in that the songs will go on forever, but the musicianship is excellent. Bassist Mike Gordon is the closest thing the world has to the reincarnation of John Entwistle of The Who. Page McConnell is the demon child of Jerry Lee Lewis and Thelonious Monk. Drummer John Fishman is a little Gene Krupa, and a lot Neal Peart of Rush. And Trey Anastasio is kind of a Robbie Robertson/Jerry Garcia guitarist who can sing.
This is a great jazz band capable of being a really good rock band, and that’s what they were last night. A treat at the end of the night was a great rendition of “Fire”, the Jimi Hendrix standard. Phish is just so good as a rock band, that the constant gravity toward jazz can be a little frustrating, but they strive for more than being a great rock band.
The experience of attending a Phish show is unique. It’s different from any other show, and the fans are different from any other fans. In the way sports fans talk about whether the Colts will have to run or pass to beat the Texans, Phish fans talk about what song will open the show and how many times they have heard the band play “Dog Faced Boy”.
Phish Heads is a club for smart people who love drugs. Everybody needs to belong to something.
lolz
There are people who complain they live in the wrong era – that the 1960s when many drugs were legal and plentiful – would have been more fun. To notions to dispel – that drugs aren’t plentiful, and that the people on them are having fun.
Phish is in town, and as I like their music very much, my wife and I decided to go see the show. To immerse ourselves in the experience, we decided to camp on site with thousands of other fans who travel from all over the country to see these events.
I’ve seen the film “Woodstock” and other concert films where people do this strange dance where they spin in circles and wave their hands around, always wondering just what would cause them to free style like that in a crowd of music fans. Last night, I found out. Acid, opium, pot, hash, and mushrooms.
Most concerts I’ve been to – at least the good ones have a band that connects with the audience as one. Because of the massive amounts – and I’m not overstating this – of drugs and the insulative nature of their effects, Phish has a relationship with each individual concert goer. They aren’t playing one concert for one audience. Phish plays 20,000 individual shows – one per audience member.
I’m not a prude, and think the smell of pot at a concert is nicely nostalgic – an artifact from a time when people were a little dumber and a lot more fun. Multiply that passing faint aroma by 20,000, and the results are stupefying. Thank God the show was outdoors. Put it in Conseco Fieldhouse and the crowd would have succumbed en masse to oxygen deprivation.
That’s not to say that pot is fun. I’ve never seen anyone enjoy themselves while stoned. They sit silent, totally removed from their surroundings. Fun is collaborative, not isolated.
There is something so unfortunate about teenagers getting stoned. It’s like they have decided that real life is either too difficult to navigate or not quite challenging enough. They would rather alter it somehow to remove whatever obstacle it is with chemicals than try to deal with it head-on. There is a resignation that accompanies drug use.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen most of what I saw yesterday. Last time I saw a drug transaction – 1984 when my coke dealer roommate invited two skanky coke whores to our apartment from he and our other roommate. Last time I saw mushrooms? 1983 at summer camp when a couple of counselors decided tripping at the roller rink while skating with the campers would be a lot of laughs. They vomited. Last time I saw anyone smoke opium – that was a first. Last time I saw dozens of dealers with backpacks filled with of the above and more – also a first.
Parents might think that concerts are a fun diversion from studies, and most of the time that’s true, but Phish shows are a trip into the use of illegal substances that is dizzying – literally.
The show itself was quite good. Phish is a jam band, so you know going in that the songs will go on forever, but the musicianship is excellent. Bassist Mike Gordon is the closest thing the world has to the reincarnation of John Entwistle of The Who. Page McConnell is the demon child of Jerry Lee Lewis and Thelonious Monk. Drummer John Fishman is a little Gene Krupa, and a lot Neal Peart of Rush. And Trey Anastasio is kind of a Robbie Robertson/Jerry Garcia guitarist who can sing.
This is a great jazz band capable of being a really good rock band, and that’s what they were last night. A treat at the end of the night was a great rendition of “Fire”, the Jimi Hendrix standard. Phish is just so good as a rock band, that the constant gravity toward jazz can be a little frustrating, but they strive for more than being a great rock band.
The experience of attending a Phish show is unique. It’s different from any other show, and the fans are different from any other fans. In the way sports fans talk about whether the Colts will have to run or pass to beat the Texans, Phish fans talk about what song will open the show and how many times they have heard the band play “Dog Faced Boy”.
Phish Heads is a club for smart people who love drugs. Everybody needs to belong to something.
lolz
I fail to see how not talking when stoned = not enjoyable. Meh not a clue why I read that.
mehFlaming_Maniac wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qlNEmpxQxI
When we erupt in to the roo-oo-oo-oo-oom
And hear the sub go boo-oo-oo-oo-oom
And hear the sub go boo-oo-oo-oo-oom
stupendously unfunnyFlaming_Maniac wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qlNEmpxQxI
went to santa barbara yesterday, so many hotties
i'll probably be moving to isla vista, party town
ye ye
i'll probably be moving to isla vista, party town
ye ye
think im gonna buy myself the HTC wilfire, need a new phone
this guy is pretty un muthfukin funny if ya muthafukin know what I muthafukin mean. muthafuka.Flaming_Maniac wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qlNEmpxQxI
Katt Williams is funny, haven't watched that clip posted above though.
time for round 2
whack comedian. relies on the same character cliche bullshit. pryor showed the black man how to do it right. that aint right.Flaming_Maniac wrote:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_qlNEmpxQxI
surprisingly low-brow for such a profound thinker as yourself, FM!
libertarian benefit collector - anti-academic super-intellectual. http://mixlr.com/the-little-phrase/
Almost round 3 is an amazing skate movie.ig wrote:
time for round 2
Preach brotha, preach!
Tune!
hope everyone has a better friday than me lol
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I quit smoking 8 months ago since I thought I had something to live for and look forward to. Turns out I don't.
I got pet iguanas to have something to raise and take care of and to appreciate me but all they do is run from me.
Life sucks.
I got pet iguanas to have something to raise and take care of and to appreciate me but all they do is run from me.
Life sucks.