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8.11pm
25 September 2012
OfflineVon Bontee said
I'd say you can get addicted in the same way as you can to eating chocolate or watching television or texting or playing videogames or doing ANYTHING you find enjoyable enough to want to do it again and again.
Yes, thats probably the best way to put it. With some things though (drugs), walking a self control tight-rope and falling off is much worse than with something of less consequence (video games).
10.03pm
14 December 2009
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16 August 2012
Offline1.45am
1 May 2011
OfflineOr break the law.
Act responsible folks- or we'll make you listen to the worst hours of the Get Back sessions thru headphones (not sure if that would be every single second of The Long and Winding Road recordings or the Jams but you'll be screaming for leniency and vowing to never repeat your offences).![]()
3.12am
25 September 2012
Offlinemeanmistermustard said
Or break the law.
Act responsible folks- or we'll make you listen to the worst hours of the Get Back sessions thru headphones (not sure if that would be every single second of The Long and Winding Road recordings or the Jams but you'll be screaming for leniency and vowing to never repeat your offences).
No, this is what you get for irresponsibility.


But truthfully, I am glad to see a forum where this can be openly talked about in a mature manner amongst many age groups. Really does make me smile
7.29am
15 September 2012
OfflineWhat a great thread, first time I've read it tonight. Everyone has been very articulate. But Satan H, between you and linkjws, I think I've found two soulmates.
"the only thing this thread is lacking is a few more honest voices talking about the mental and emotional freedom they've experienced when getting a little buzz and having fun listening to the greatest band there ever was."
I just picked the one line from Satan H's excellent Aug 16 post, so many to choose from, and would love to share some "honesty," but it's late for me, so all I'll share now is that I, too, am a government worker, currently a decision writer of disability adjudication claims for administrative law judges in the Social Security Administration. It's the highest position attainable in my Division without having to be a part of management, requiring the use of strict Regulatory language and an intimate knowledge of medical terms that require an innate ability to properly spell them correctly, even if I can't pronounce them, mainly Latin-derived words like esophagogastroduodenoscopy and salpingo-oopherectomy that no 'spell check' is going to help with, and an in-depth knowledge of the SSA Book of Federal Regulations and Findings pertaining specifically to Subpart C, Section 4, of Listings 12.04 and its concurrent subparts as applied to Social Security Disability Law.
In April of next year I will have attained 25 years of government service, with a spotless record and a 22-year Thrift Savings Plan that will allow me to retire any time after my 53rd birthday. And I have been a habitual marijuana user for 31 years.
But if linkjws was a Master of Time and a Ruler of The Universe, who could not only promise me that he could take me back to 1964 and turn me into any one of The Beatles I wanted to be, but also with guaranteed immortality, ever-lasting youth and full control of my own destiny IF the only thing I would ever have to do in return was to spend 7 minutes and 36 seconds with the other 3 Beatles playing backup music to Yoko Ono's brain-melting, soul-destroying audio assault of screams and nonsense tongues bleated at full volume through her megaphone mouth… I'd have to politely decline. No chemical substance on earth would be able to make me high enough to endure that unique, horrendous torture, nor one powerful enough to erase the memory from my conscious mind.
Of course, I couldn't bear to watch more than a few unfortunate seconds, one part where Paul is physically assaulting an amplifier with his instrument during this agonizing exercise of unspeakable torture. For him, Ringo and George to have actually tolerated such sadistic behavior from John and still maintain the composure to keep from beating him mercilessly -
if that ain't friendship, then I don't know what is.
8.08pm
25 September 2012
OfflineWildcat said
What a great thread, first time I've read it tonight. Everyone has been very articulate. But Satan H, between you and linkjws, I think I've found two soulmates."the only thing this thread is lacking is a few more honest voices talking about the mental and emotional freedom they've experienced when getting a little buzz and having fun listening to the greatest band there ever was."
I just picked the one line from Satan H's excellent Aug 16 post, so many to choose from, and would love to share some "honesty," but it's late for me, so all I'll share now is that I, too, am a government worker, currently a decision writer of disability adjudication claims for administrative law judges in the Social Security Administration. It's the highest position attainable in my Division without having to be a part of management, requiring the use of strict Regulatory language and an intimate knowledge of medical terms that require an innate ability to properly spell them correctly, even if I can't pronounce them, mainly Latin-derived words like esophagogastroduodenoscopy and salpingo-oopherectomy that no 'spell check' is going to help with, and an in-depth knowledge of the SSA Book of Federal Regulations and Findings pertaining specifically to Subpart C, Section 4, of Listings 12.04 and its concurrent subparts as applied to Social Security Disability Law.
In April of next year I will have attained 25 years of government service, with a spotless record and a 22-year Thrift Savings Plan that will allow me to retire any time after my 53rd birthday. And I have been a habitual marijuana user for 31 years.
But if linkjws was a Master of Time and a Ruler of The Universe, who could not only promise me that he could take me back to 1964 and turn me into any one of The Beatles I wanted to be, but also with guaranteed immortality, ever-lasting youth and full control of my own destiny IF the only thing I would ever have to do in return was to spend 7 minutes and 36 seconds with the other 3 Beatles playing backup music to Yoko Ono's brain-melting, soul-destroying audio assault of screams and nonsense tongues bleated at full volume through her megaphone mouth… I'd have to politely decline. No chemical substance on earth would be able to make me high enough to endure that unique, horrendous torture, nor one powerful enough to erase the memory from my conscious mind.
Of course, I couldn't bear to watch more than a few unfortunate seconds, one part where Paul is physically assaulting an amplifier with his instrument during this agonizing exercise of unspeakable torture. For him, Ringo and George to have actually tolerated such sadistic behavior from John and still maintain the composure to keep from beating him mercilessly -
if that ain't friendship, then I don't know what is.
Congratulations Wildcat! So does that mean you will be retiring soon? Then you might be able to go on into detail in this subject? That really is incredible though. To be honest half of your post was gibberish to me but I am sure its pretty ingenious stuff. However you have truly defined "friendship" in my mind. I have watched all of the Yoko jam, and have determined its entirely why Paul gained weight and became alcohol-dependant by 1970. I wish I could send you back as Paul, George, or Ringo (Billy Preston even) if you promised to knock sense into John. The "Yoko Jam" occurred the same day George left The Beatles during the Get Back sessions. Maybe after George tried to knock some sense into John when they threw some punches? Don't know what day that occurred though.
7.25pm
14 December 2009
OfflineWow…I'd LOVE to time-travel back into the studio with three Beatles no matter what they were laying down, whether I was high or not!
Nobody will agree with me, but I still think that performance is a remarkable demonstration of this band's range and willingness to experiment. The idea that the band that recorded "Love Me Do" and "Here There and Everywhere" was also capable of a Stooges/Velvet Underground feedback assault…that's just mindblowing to me.
I continue to dream of a warts-and-all double-album version of "Get Back"/"Let It Be" featuring this performance and crazy things like "Dig It" and "Get Off" alongside the rooftop concert, "All Things Must Pass" and the best of the jams and rock 'n roll oldies.
6.31am
15 September 2012
Offlinelinkjws, I'm impressed that you only found half of my post "gibberish" – I've a bad habit of trying to address more than one subject or comment at a time, which results in nothing being adequately expressed and I know I shouldn't submit it, but my OCD won't allow me to just delete it and wait until I'm more coherent.
What I didn't get across is that my work is no more complicated or demanding than anyone else's – it's boring, repetitive, and honestly not worthy of the salary I get for it – it's just something I happen to know better than most others. I have no concept of mathematics or numbers at all, so much so that my Dad manages my checking account because of my ignorance.
I really thought the video idea itself was hilarious, and though I was attempting to be humorous, I truly could not bear to look at any more of that than necessary, surely not long enough to notice if George was there or not!
Von Bontee, believe it or not, I watched Let It Be in a movie theater on an Air Force base one year after its release (I was between 11 and 12), and I managed to record the movie off of HBO the one and only time it was ever shown, way back when home video was new.
But an amazingly recurrent theme in The Beatles' studio and recording history was their solid 'Northern' work ethic – they played their collective butts off, with only short, punctual breaks throughout a session, and then be right back at it. It's that commitment and work ethic they shared that created some great music during the Let It Be sessions, despite all the outside turmoil they were going through then.
You're right, a double-album could easily have been made from those tapes, and in this time, it would deserve nothing less than a three-CD compilation.
8.45am
25 September 2012
OfflineWildcat said
linkjws, I'm impressed that you only found half of my post "gibberish" – I've a bad habit of trying to address more than one subject or comment at a time, which results in nothing being adequately expressed and I know I shouldn't submit it, but my OCD won't allow me to just delete it and wait until I'm more coherent.What I didn't get across is that my work is no more complicated or demanding than anyone else's – it's boring, repetitive, and honestly not worthy of the salary I get for it – it's just something I happen to know better than most others. I have no concept of mathematics or numbers at all, so much so that my Dad manages my checking account because of my ignorance.
I really thought the video idea itself was hilarious, and though I was attempting to be humorous, I truly could not bear to look at any more of that than necessary, surely not long enough to notice if George was there or not!
Don't worry 'half' was my attempt to be polite haha. And it was a very funny post, I hope that wasn't lost in my reply. Sometimes I fear text comes off as monotonous and if I don't write "haha" or "LOL" or something then I am losing something in translation.
11.57am
20 January 2012
OfflineSo…the upfront disclaimer: I'm not endorsing anything here, just telling a (mostly -- it was a long time ago) true story.
Christmas break from college, winter of '73-74, I was in my hometown partying with some friends one evening. A beer, a toke, and a dose of windowpane LSD. It had been a wet-snow weather day, started to get colder as the night progressed so the snow turned a bit drier, all big flakes a-drifting. Somewhere around the midnight hour, I started to walk back to my parents' house though this gorgeous winter wonderland (it being just after Xmas, I kept humming that tune, and at least once broke outloud with "Walking in a winter wonderland!"). I really don't have the words to describe my stroll through the snow, so we'll leave it at "indescribably beautiful."
Got to the house. Out front we had a couple of very large spruce trees that were pretty close to the power/telephone wires. The heavy snow had weighed down a few large limbs such that they were leaning on the power lines. I noticed some blue sparks zapping between the wire and the branches. This sight at first entranced me, as you might imagine. And wonder turned into concern, and concern into alarm, and alarm into full-fledged panic -- the tree was going to catch fire! The fire from the tree would burn down my house!!!
Not knowing what to do, but needing to do SOMETHING that didn't involve calling the fire department, I started pelting the branch with snowballs, thinking that I could knock the snow off the branches and save the day. Not too effective, as it turned out, since the wet snow had a bit more tenacious hold on the limbs than I imagined.
I don't know how long I stood there tossing snowballs, can only guess at what anyone who may have seen me might have been thinking. I do remember my arm and shoulder being muscle-sore the next day from the effort.
I gave up. The paranoia had drained out of me after all that exercise, so I slipped into the house, into my bedroom, plugged in some headphones and threw the White Album on the turntable. Anyone who talks about editing down this album to a single disc hasn't had this experience, where the entire album, song-after-song, played out cinematically through my still-altered synapses. Each song was a little story, each story bled into the next. And Revolution #9 seemed like such a revelation…and finally, "Good Night…"
And I slept.
12.22pm
16 August 2012
Offline2.06pm
3 October 2012
OfflineMy first experience with hallucinogenics tool place the week 'Abbey Road' was released.
After much research and discussion, we obtained the dreaded 'purple haze', three of us, one being a Beatles and Kinks fanatic…My other friend decided to refrain and observe the effects of said substance and be available for any emergencies…My 'Beatle' friends house was the setting.
We were all emerging musicians and writers…We smoked some of the dreaded hashish first which was OK, then took our tabs and waited for the apocalypse.
Well, nothing happened for the first 90 minutes or so, and we pondered whether we had been slipped some fake stuff…After listening to various records for awhile, my friend said 'Do you want to hear the new Beatles album 'Abbey Road'?…We said sure, in fact we weren't even aware that 'Abbey Road' had come out…But my one friend always got all the newest records soon as they came out.
In any case, he put the record on, and as soon as the bass & drums from 'Come Together' came out of the speakers, the above mentioned substance kicked in, and the world changed rather dramatically…We felt we were listening to the 'music of the gods' and I dpn't think we ever heard music the same way again…What an album to listen to for the very first experience of this kind…It was truly amazing!
Thankfully, we experience no 'apocalypse' but without question, listening to the Beatles that night was certainly a Revelation.
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