passes into, like, whoa! totally other dimension!
Godspeed, and thanks for the pseudo-memories
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April 30, 2008
Father of LSD [Dan Collins]
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Comment by Enoch_Root - TWP also on 4/30 @ 12:52 pm #
what’re they going to do with his leftover stash, man?
Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 12:56 pm #
Soak a bunch of tabs with his face on them, and hand them out at music festivals, I’d imagine.
Comment by FreakyBoy on 4/30 @ 12:56 pm #
He now qualifies for the Hall of Fame at Hillary’s Woodstock museum.
Comment by KMcC on 4/30 @ 12:57 pm #
He was 102 years old – proof, if any were needed, that acid is good for you
Comment by Smirky McChimp on 4/30 @ 1:00 pm #
So wait a minute…
…is HE the Walrus?
Comment by CraigC on 4/30 @ 3:38 pm #
He was still alive? Damn. I thought I’d already missed the opportunity to thank him for the acoustical tile conga line.
Comment by BJTexs TW/BP on 4/30 @ 3:42 pm #
Heck, I’d like to thank him for Archie Shepp’s saxophone shooting red and orange streamers out of the bell during his solos…
Whooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
OK, I’m back!
Comment by Ardsgaine on 4/30 @ 3:45 pm #
He was 102 years old – proof, if any were needed, that acid is good for you
His son died at 53 of alcoholism, which is proof that we need to bring back Prohibition and legalize LSD.
Comment by BJTexs TW/BP on 4/30 @ 4:07 pm #
FACISTS FOR FLASHBACKS!!
Comment by Ardsgaine on 4/30 @ 4:32 pm #
You misspelled it, BJ. It’s “facetioust.”
Comment by JD on 4/30 @ 4:56 pm #
Acid trips … I could tell wat stories for hours. First time I tripped I did it with another guy that had never done it either. We usually played with powder, and were used to immediate results. So, after 15 minutes, the first tab had not kicked in, so we figured we did not take enough, and doubled up. 15 more minutes, still nothing, another tab. After spending the next 48 hours trying to drink ourselves sober, we eventually sacked out, vowing to never trip again, until Saturday. Good times.
Comment by BJTexs TW/BP on 4/30 @ 5:02 pm #
No, Ards, I was just trying to anticipate the lefty outrage when we reactionary re’Thuglicans promote legalizing LSD. :-)
JD: Only dropped, I think, three times. The third time sucked in a freaky, color running, extreme paranoia way and that was the end of that. Gave up the drugs for good when a so called “friend” passed me a joint laced with Angel Dust.
That was the height of teh Suck, much worse than the last trip!
Learned that day the logical argument against drugs: You never know what they’ve put in it or what its contaminated with.
Comment by JD on 4/30 @ 5:12 pm #
BJ – Got some Turkish hash and Thai stick laced with something once in college. I spent three days awake begging to be sober. Unlike you, I do not learn quickly. Not that y’all did not already know that.
Comment by Mikey NTH on 4/30 @ 5:16 pm #
Another reason to thank God I worked at Camp Dearborn, went to Michigan State, and stuck to beer. The bad things were obvious and painful and were over (thankfully!) within the next day.
Comment by Pablo on 4/30 @ 5:21 pm #
Um, yeah. Three times. Or so.
Mescaline doesn’t count, right?
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 5:38 pm #
For years I’ve wanted to go hang out with the Huichol.
For the art.
Comment by Boss429 on 4/30 @ 6:12 pm #
“Mescaline doesn’t count, right?”
How a bout a ham and swiss on ergot infected rye?
Comment by Boss429 on 4/30 @ 6:17 pm #
I think Ted Kennedy refers to that sandwich as the Salem Witch Trail, best washed down with his favorite beverage which he refers to as a chappaquiddick, which consists of scotch and murky water. (okay, it’s stolen)
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 6:19 pm #
Only once so that makes me conservative. It was during a Jethro Tull concert with some Chinese guy who wasn’t that communicative or friendly. But I enjoyed the concert and the rain on the windshield going home and the fishes in the aquarium afterwards. The “Trip” was obvious in that the distortions were due to the drug and nothing else. The bad part was going to work the next day and also that I didn’t really like that weird Chinese guy who supplied the drug. At work, I could hear co-workers in the background saying, “Dave’s on Acid.” And I think I could barely function as the bicycle repair and sales guy at Tape Head Company on State Street in SLC, Utah. (THC for short…mostly tape decks, records, paraphernalia, tapes, car stereos and due to the Oil Embargo, bicycles for the masses in the mid 70s. But obviously the large establishment marketed it’s reference to marijuana which I only occasionally partook…I really only took the job as I wanted to do bicycles as a environmental solution and possible occupation which paid miserably but kept me in top shape. And I looked similar to jeff on the lefthand picture in my long hair and beard which sort of limited my jobs in Morman Utah where my boss was a Jew who converted to Mormonism so he could play basketball as the only courts around –he said where at the “Stake Houses”–parishes in Mormon terms and that he as a Jew was indeed only a Gentile in Utah– the term for non-Mormons.)
Acid seemed totally an accurate description as my nerves felt as they were being washed in acid and nothing else. So I never did it again as I liked it better when the ‘acid’ finally cleared out after about two days. The Jethro Tull (Ian Anderson) concert was damned awesome none-the-less. He had two beautiful girls in period clothing dusting his codpiece with feather dusters while he played his violin.
But Peyote is the extreme and the REAL tripster drug imo. That was twice up at the top of Big Cottonwood Canyon. I talked to Father/God and saw my friend become a skeleton before my eyes (she supplied the buds). The retching and stuff came first but then truly hallucinatory and seemingly revelatory stuff occurred. Can’t say I am up for that again.
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 6:23 pm #
Anyway, should’ve left out the asides above but that was a nice article Dan referenced. Sounds like the guy really didn’t need the LSD as he was “naturally high”. Nature seemed to be his drug. As is mine mostly.
Comment by B Moe on 4/30 @ 6:29 pm #
The Jethro Tull (Ian Anderson) concert was damned awesome none-the-less. He had two beautiful girls in period clothing dusting his codpiece with feather dusters while he played his violin.
Damn, dude, you were fucked up.
Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 6:29 pm #
Really don’t mind if I sit this one out.
Comment by Mikey NTH on 4/30 @ 6:43 pm #
Beer-goggling is dangerous, but day-um dave! That comment’s another reason to stay away from the other stuff.
Comment by Ardsgaine on 4/30 @ 6:49 pm #
Only dropped, I think, three times.
More than three, not more than seven. Did some kinda stupid things while UI. Walking around not-nice sections of town like the world was my friend. Setting off a bottle rocket inside the apartment of people I had just met. Driving. (Thought I had to be going at least Warp 1, because the lights were all doing that hyper-drive thing. Looked down at the speedometer, and I was going 30 mph. White-knuckling the steering wheel.)
The stuff just makes you brainless. Sat outside with a friend of mine one night trying to decide whether to go inside the house and risk being busted, or stay outside in the rain getting soaked. We looked like a yo-yo walking back and forth.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fun at the time, but you couldn’t pay me a million dollars to do it again. In fact, I’d give up every one of those good times to be able to say I had never done it.
Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 7:01 pm #
I was the cruel sort who’d make my friends go grocery shopping with me in West Lebanon, NH.
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 7:08 pm #
Wait a sec. Have you ever been to a pizza place called “The Colatina Exit”, or some such?
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 7:12 pm #
oops Flute…It’s a Beautiful Day had the violin didn’t they?
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Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 7:13 pm #
Yeah. Curved Air, too.
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 7:18 pm #
My God! I had some of the best pizza I’ve ever eaten there, something like 20 years ago when I was just touristing around NH and VT. It’s the garlic butter dip that did the trick for me.
Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 7:21 pm #
Don’t know it, Patrick.
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 7:24 pm #
Okie dokie. I’ll stop the “Where I ate when I was in your town” thread.
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 7:30 pm #
except: http://www.vermontvacation.com/TravelPlanner/ItemDetail.aspx?outsideLink=false&spID=5937
Comment by Ardsgaine on 4/30 @ 7:31 pm #
I was the cruel sort who’d make my friends go grocery shopping with me in West Lebanon, NH.
Too much interaction with the general public is not good beyond a certain point. We were sitting in a Steak and Egg place one night. Across the way the front of a Wendy’s had been crashed into by a car. We asked the waitress what happened, and her laconic reply was: “I dunno. Somebody got shot, somebody got stabbed, and somebody got kilt.”
It is really, really inappropriate to giggle when someone tells you that a person got “kilt.”
Comment by Dan Collins on 4/30 @ 7:33 pm #
Thanks, Patrick. I’ll have to check it out next time I’m down that way.
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 7:59 pm #
mikey’s correct in that alcohol was still the main drug of most… even those ‘hipsters’ of the 60s and 70s. My synaptic misfirings could be blamed on that common drug as much as on periodic psychotic work situations…but the later, as well as leaky older car exhaust systems would be the more likely medical concerns.
grocery shopping: something about singing “Rice-o-roni, the San Francisco Treat..” at the top of one’s lungs and cracking up over it as if everyone was in on the joke. I guess that’d be ‘cruel’?
or “calling any vegetable”? (Frank Zappa)
(not too familiar with “Curved Air” but I’ll check it out, Dan)
Heck, Patrick, that’s my g/f’s parent’s neck of the woods across from Orford, NH….but a bit far north of West Lebanon. Now, I’ll check it out as I’ve passed it occasionally.
thx. always useful stopping by even if to correct a musical instrument. Better add a missing string on the guitar while I am at it.
Comment by RTO Trainer on 4/30 @ 8:09 pm #
Datadave has jumped the carpet shark.
Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 8:24 pm #
Hey datadave,
Check whether your g/f ever knew any Novicks in Orford. Mike, Collin, Leif, Anna. Old friends of mine, now all moved to – of all places – San Francisco, CA.
Patrick
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Comment by Patrick Carroll on 4/30 @ 8:40 pm #
“carpet shark”? Ellen DeGeneres?
Comment by RTO Trainer on 4/30 @ 8:48 pm #
At risk of being accused of something: Carpet Sharks can be the product of the use of LSD. Fins seem to rise up out of the carpet and chase the subject around the room.
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 8:51 pm #
could be a ferret too? Nah, not sure what’s rto’s problem. This is Dan’s non-partisan offering, me thinks. So why he’s getting antagonistic is beyond me.
Patrick, they’re not “local” being there only about 20 years. They somehow ended up with Milton Friedman’s summer home near Mt.Cube. Odd, that I am furiously neo-Keynesian and not a fan of the famous conservative economist, but end up spending some time at the late Friedman’s ‘camp’ (which is pretty modest btw.)
Comment by datadave on 4/30 @ 8:53 pm #
ok, RTO. sorry missed the reference. Thought you dissing my g/f or something.
nah, the crowd at the concert had fish school qualities though…waving masses of fishes who were people….
Comment by JD on 4/30 @ 8:57 pm #
datadave – you can quit chewing tabs any time now.
Ards – At first, I found myself nodding in agreement. But, I think those experiences help in making you into the person you are today.
Comment by McGehee on 4/30 @ 9:33 pm #
Looks like I missed a lot by limiting myself to a few bong hits while playing Uno with some friends of mine who were trying to set me up with their divorcing friend.
Of all the, er, contact I had with weed during my youth, that was the only time I ever experienced any kind of response to it. I also passed on going out with the gal with the angry didn’t-want-to-be-”ex”-husband, suggesting that the slight buzz didn’t affect my reasoning ability in the least.
Comment by Ardsgaine on 4/30 @ 9:57 pm #
I also passed on going out with the gal with the angry didn’t-want-to-be-â€Âexâ€Â-husband, suggesting that the slight buzz didn’t affect my reasoning ability in the least.
A very wise man.
I doubt you missed a thing… and I know you didn’t on the drugs.
Comment by RTO Trainer on 4/30 @ 10:40 pm #
I’m just soooooo misunderstood. :(
Comment by Dan Collins on 5/1 @ 4:26 am #
What’s your point, RTO?
Comment by Smirky McChimp on 5/1 @ 5:25 am #
I’ve hit the bong a few times and the only thing it made me do was giggle a lot, once because my friends were shrooming while wearing rollerblades, once because I was watching Spongebob Squarepants. Other than that, reefer is kind of dull. I stick to ale and bourbon now.
Comment by The Ouroboros on 5/1 @ 8:06 am #
What a waste.. Dead at just 102.. Think of what a long and rewarding life he might have had if he’d just said ‘NO’ to drugs.. =)
(God bless and travel well..)
Comment by McGehee on 5/1 @ 9:14 am #
It did leave me wondering about people who insist they “need” that shit.
People can be addicted to alcohol and nicotine, yet I keep hearing people who “need” weed insisting THC isn’t addictive.
Comment by The Ghost of LBJ on 5/2 @ 5:07 am #
When I was in school if you went to the clinic and said you had a raging case of the runs they’d give you a little bottle of paregoric. That and some Wisc. ditch weed would constitute a weekend.