How boring are those curling stones matches at the winter olympic ?

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

I never really took to cannabis in any form. Not my bag. I liked a drink, or one of the more exotic substances.

Got into it straight away at uni, and that's when I started listening to all the hippy classics my mates introduced me to instead of 8-bit C64 computer music.

Though once your 2nd year young ones house of pot heads all bosh acid cos there's a puff drought that day, well, that's that. Never looked back and still going strong. {Personally - more than half my mates' funerals have been ODs or other drug related.}

In all honesty, I think I got into it for the social thing at uni, and very probably the nicotine, cos I didn't smoke fags at all, but was smoking spliffs from waking up to beddy byes.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

Or knackered. Or a slow headache and a dry mouth.

8 pints and a couple of lines. Now you're talking

But that's a young man's game. I'm past it

Never got all those people who did that. Paid money for coke so they could spend more money on booze. I s'pose it was alright in the French West Indies, back in the day, when it was $5-10 a g and a litre of Absolut was $5 and $1 a pack of Bensons.

But even so, not really my buzz.

If I'm not on spiritual psychedelics, I'm more an opiates and cup of tea chap.

Ah, and to shoe horn some Romanticism into the discussion about the superiority of opiates - Kubla Khan. No coke-head's ever written a poem like that. Well, I say written, ST Coleridge said the Divine gave him the whole poem as a gift in a vision, it was not his work.

Read the first part before the Person from Porlock knocks on the door and freaks out his buzz for an hour, by which time the vision has gone.

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves; ....

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw: ....

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song, .....

BEST POEM EVER. FACT.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

Oh I don't know. When I first started working in the late 80s CDs had just come out and I discovered a chap in settlements was selling the most wonderful Caribbean weed. Made you smile, giggle and everything seemed more interesting.

As I replaced my vinyl with CDs while smoking this weed it was like listening to all my favourite bands for the first time again, and they were better than ever.

Happy dayz

I agree with all that except:

Harder to skin up on a CD cover than a 12".

I replaced all my LPs with CDs at uni. But in the first year, we'd put an album on and skin up on it. By the 2nd year, I had a CD multi-changer in my room, but it wasn't the same.

I also miss the waking up to the tssssss-doomp of the needle going round and round at the end of the album.

I do know what you mean about rediscovering all your fave bands.

But I miss the analogue world. The 12" album covers - some of the finest artwork this country has ever produced. The physical feeling of putting the needle on the record and watching it ride those grooves up and down.

[Peter]

Got into it straight away at uni, and that's when I started listening to all the hippy classics my mates introduced me to instead of 8-bit C64 computer music.

Though once your 2nd year young ones house of pot heads all bosh acid cos there's a puff drought that day, well, that's that. Never looked back and still going strong. {Personally - more than half my mates' funerals have been ODs or other drug related.}

In all honesty, I think I got into it for the social thing at uni, and very probably the nicotine, cos I didn't smoke fags at all, but was smoking spliffs from waking up to beddy byes.

Oh, acid is a very different story. Wonderful stuff I managed to do it for years and still not like Pink Floyd

But again, a young man's game. I reached the point where it felt like I'd seen this film before. MDMA the same. Great for a while, but it becomes a routine in the end and the magic starts to dissipate.

The drink is a friend for life

[Peter]

I agree with all that except:

Harder to skin up on a CD cover than a 12".

I replaced all my LPs with CDs at uni. But in the first year, we'd put an album on and skin up on it. By the 2nd year, I had a CD multi-changer in my room, but it wasn't the same.

I also miss the waking up to the tssssss-doomp of the needle going round and round at the end of the album.

I do know what you mean about rediscovering all your fave bands.

But I miss the analogue world. The 12" album covers - some of the finest artwork this country has ever produced. The physical feeling of putting the needle on the record and watching it ride those grooves up and down.

And, of course, CDs changed not just the artwork but the art itself. Albums stopped being two sides and became one long list of songs.

The flow of many great albums was disrupted. Born to Run isnt the same without its four corners.

[Peter]

Never got all those people who did that. Paid money for coke so they could spend more money on booze. I s'pose it was alright in the French West Indies, back in the day, when it was $5-10 a g and a litre of Absolut was $5 and $1 a pack of Bensons.

But even so, not really my buzz.

If I'm not on spiritual psychedelics, I'm more an opiates and cup of tea chap.

Ah, and to shoe horn some Romanticism into the discussion about the superiority of opiates - Kubla Khan. No coke-head's ever written a poem like that. Well, I say written, ST Coleridge said the Divine gave him the whole poem as a gift in a vision, it was not his work.

Read the first part before the Person from Porlock knocks on the door and freaks out his buzz for an hour, by which time the vision has gone.

The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves; ....

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw: ....

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song, .....

BEST POEM EVER. FACT.

Cocaine has inspired some (if not all) of the greatest rock albums ever made. Not necessarily the greatest lyrics, though

Every drug has its virtue and its vice. And we all choose our own device. Why trust one drug and not the other? That's politics, innit

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

Oh, acid is a very different story. Wonderful stuff I managed to do it for years and still not like Pink Floyd

But again, a young man's game. I reached the point where it felt like I'd seen this film before. MDMA the same. Great for a while, but it becomes a routine in the end and the magic starts to dissipate.

The drink is a friend for life

Oh, I kept on seeing new films. But I got into doing the best Dutch acid as opposed to British, and then having a theory that if you did the whole picture {if it was 4 trips, 2x2, to the picture} you'd see the whole picture man.

So I did 4 Buddhas, then 4 Red Dragons, then 4 Buddhas and 4 Dragons to see the whole picture in stereo.

Then at a NYE tekkie a few years later, the best trips were Fat Freddie's Cat. And they were 5x5, 25 to a picture. Did that on the main dancefloor all at once. Now that was a ****ing new movie.

I was about to go to hell and the sprung out as I was in fact the 2nd coming of Christ and the whole world's media was there to welcome.

Apparently, I'd spent the whole time sitting in the lotus position right in front of the biggest stack of speakers, getting in the way of the several thousand ravers trying to get to the front.

Never really liked Es/Mdma. Seemed pointless to pay, say 3-5x the price of acid for something far less psychedelic and far less spiritual.

Only reason I stopped doing acid is the same reason I stopped doing DMT - it was becoming a gamble. Heads and you get an amazing psychedelic, spiritual trip. Tails and you're playing literal Russian roulette with your sanity. Had the whole - I'm gonna fly on acid. I'm gonna jump off the roof and God is gonna take me by the hand and fly me round this part of Delhi and drop me off back here.

Then I realised that of course this wouldn't happen and I'd just fall to my death like those acid casualties you heard about in the '60s. And I was just as cool with that - if that's what Shiva put me on earth to do, who am I to argue? That sort of thing.

Basically, I was seeing newer and better movies, but the price of the ticket became a spin of Russian roulette.

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

Cocaine has inspired some (if not all) of the greatest rock albums ever made. Not necessarily the greatest lyrics, though

Every drug has its virtue and its vice. And we all choose our own device. Why trust one drug and not the other? That's politics, innit

*******s - I should have used part of Danny's speech for my end of Romanticism waffle. The greatest era in the history of humanity is over etc.

But while coke has inspired some {though far from all} of the greatest albums of all time, opiates write better lyrics.

Loss of ego, giving yourself up to the Divine.

And musically, compare Golden Brown with any of the songs specifically about cocaine you care to name.

But Kubla Khan is gorgeous. The 3 sections - the trip, the little bit after his trip had been interrupted for an hour and the vision has mostly dissolved. Then the rest, written years later when he'd realised that no matter how much opium he boshed God was never gona give him the rest of that poem again.

Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,*
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.



- *i.e. with my words, my poetry, I would create something as beautiful as KK's pleasure dome

[Ganpati's Goonerz--AFC's Aboriginal Fertility Cult]

And, of course, CDs changed not just the artwork but the art itself. Albums stopped being two sides and became one long list of songs.

The flow of many great albums was disrupted. Born to Run isnt the same without its four corners.

Agreed.

{Dear God, you're even more of a Romantic than me. You're gonna need a really stiff drink when the digital world finally grinds ours into the dust.}

[Peter]

Agreed.

{Dear God, you're even more of a Romantic than me. You're gonna need a really stiff drink when the digital world finally grinds ours into the dust.}

They ruined Appetite for Destruction as well.

And I can remember the first time I was in a record shop and saw a copy of New Mind The *******s on CD. It looked ridiculous.

Still, these kids were never going to understand it anyway. **** them. At least I know what it all means, and I wont forget.