once i was so high at a show...

that happened to me at a local parade once. it took me about twenty minutes to realize the parade i'd been sitting on the sidewalk watching was really just people walking up a side street to get to the parade.

Hahah!! I love marijuana!

I stick to coffee these days.

but usually - it's just passin' out ... whicih sucks if you aer standing up - which i usually am ... and then getting up and thinking ... fuck ... that was weird....

I'm in the front row, they're doing "You Enjoy Myself", and I get this sudden weird urge to turn around and look at the packed arena. As I watch all the kids & adults swaying and throbbing in time with each other, and see the expressions on their faces, coupled with Phish's a cappella monk-chant-like "YEM" outro bit, I realize that musicians' (usually referred to as "it's just music, it's entertainment" y'know?) role in society is closer to that of a priest or shaman, more like a conduit to the unknown.

That same show, my buddy and I were smoking a HUGE hogleg and, during a breakdown bit where Trey was playing this little percussion kit, we were singing "get up offa that thing, and dance til you feel bettah!", and he looked us right in the face SMILING LIKE A DOPED UP SQUIRREL and laughing.

Parallel lines meet in Glen Burnie? huh? What? i heard that somewhere. I don't understand.

On Halloween 2002 I went to see: Retisonic, Wee Ragazzi, Little Maker, Hot Hot Heat, The Coachwhips, Mahi Mahi, Hella and Deerhoof. I ate some pot cookies beforehand, and spent a lot of the show huddled on the floor of this big empty mill with my girlfriend, crawling around and chasing people, etc. Then La Machine played and I was mesmerized by the thumpy thumpy bass and screechy screechy ambient guitar. I kept running across the street to Dunkin Donuts to get water and donuts.

At Tin Can Full of Dreams Fest, three days in the summer of 02, I spent about 90% of my time drunk on malt liquor and pretty high. I thought I broke my nose when Jon Williams kicked me in the face after I fell off of someone's back while Neptune was playing. We kept running around, falling down, jumping on each other and crawling; Neptune were battling Fat Day in a battle royale.

During the Worcester show of the Oops! tour this past summer, I was really high and I kept thinking Orthrelm was really just a skipping CD with visual accompaniment. Then I thought Wolf Eyes sounded like I had drank a bottle of cough syrup.

There are lots of others.. I saw Arab on Radar, The Locust, The Rapture and Kid Koala in Purchase, New York almost exactly one year ago--4/20. Was the most baked I've been in my life. We kept running around the campus of SUNY and decided to talk to a liquor store. About half way there (an hours walk) we decided to walk back. I passed out in the back seat of someone's far for about an hour. Steve, one of Arab on Radar's guitarists snuck us into the cafeteria to eat ice cream and croissants.

Etc.

so we get to the show (Antibalas) and after eating barely half a brownie each, we start feeling pretty weird. had to sit down. then we both decided to get air because it just didn't feel right. too cold, so we decide to sit in the car. we both were vibrating so hard we thought we were going to die. she thought if she threw up she'd feel better. so i followed suit. nothing helped. we both thought this was it. somehow i drove home. she was depressed and hungover for a few weeks afterwards. i think i've smoked once since then (about a year ago).

I don't think you were stoned, Ian, that *is* what they sound like.

I was also so high at a Nine Inch Nails show I made out with this girl who repulsed me.

It was either Dinosaur Jr or My Bloody Valentine. I reckon it was Dinosaur, because you would have told me about MBV.

ditto in every respect

Another time I was so high and drunk I spent a good half hour backstage loudly and obnoxiously trying to explain to Jon Spencer why Cat Power (who was playing out front at that very moment, within listening distance) was such "mewly, bloodless shit". He was pretty amused, especially because the more people tried to tell me to keep it down the louder I got. I was such an asshole then.

1. Very drunk and very unhappy with the Gang of Four after "Hard" came out, my then-bf and I made it our business to fuck with Andy Gill at top volume from stage left. He moved away, sensibly, and tried to get us in trouble for smoking cigarettes in the non-smoking venue. Sorry about it now, of course, but everything from "Hard" forward is still shit.

2. Do not take LSD before going to see the Jesus Lizard (in the unlikely event that they reform and tour). My then-bf and I felt that we needed to hide from David Yow under a table.

3. After smoking either hash or extremely strong pot at a club in a
shopping mall in Paris, I was and remain convinced that experiencing Lee Ranaldo's music/film/spoken word show permanently changed my body chemistry at the cellular level -- a Good Thing, as it happens.

I know very little about such things, because my experiences are always marred by incidences like this: I did a few lines of speed for the first time on an empty stomach at the 1999 Bridge School Benefit. I was fine during the show, kind of, but was feeling weird by the time The Who came out for the finale. Like sucking-on-the-inside-of-your-
mouth weird. Drank a buttload of water, still felt weird. In the car, crawling down the freeway back into SF...weirdness turned to nausea & the next thing I throw open the car door & start puking on the freeway. This incident was made more notable because a) it was my first ever visit to the States to meet my then-future-husband for the first time, who politely held my hair back as I continued puking on the freeway...and b) that was the first night I met his closest group of friends, one of whom was driving the car in which I kind of puked, the other was the wearer of the shoe I also kind of puked on. Oh, and then we made a quick stopover at my future-husband's best friend's house in San Mateo, just off the freeway...whom I'd never met before...in whose bathroom I continued to puke.

As a side note: the next year I came to visit, my husband introduced me to the shoe-wearer again, and said "You remember Sharon. She puked on your shoe that night at the Bridge Benefit."

Sitting on the floor to stabilize my legs, i actually saw a spaceship land. Heard the noise of it approaching, heard the boosters fire to slow the craft to ease the landing, watched it land. Turned to my friend and said "Oh my god, a spaceship just landed!" She said: "Open your eyes"...when i opened my eyes a 9 foot tall, pencil thin "alien" shot me with a laser pistol. I closed my eyes and the alien disappeared.

On subsequent trips to Club UK i notice the same "alien" walking around on stilts with a toy laser gun. I'll never forget that night. Nasty played "This Is Not A Mind Trip" all night. Kept mixing it in and out for ages, then finally dropped it...i'm ashamed to admit i gave him my sweat soaked shirt that night.

If it hadn't been for Morphine, that'd the girl who fell down next to me. I was gobsmacked because, well, she looked completely out of place at Ten Days Off as she seemed to be a school teacher tracking down her pupils at said venue. She didn't really crumple; more fell down *rigid* style. Really weird.

I usually never have too much to drink/smoke at a show. But there have been moments I decided sleeping on the middle of the street was a terrific idea. Thank god my niece was there. Sadly also an ex-colleague passed by. "Hey, this is uh... shit I got to get home now. I'm fine, really!"