Absolutely love that you played the lyrics version of this, smoking a j of "Meshmicon" <vbseg> by the dumpster of Morrison's Cafeteria in Louisville Kentucky, just got my drivers liscense in 71.1945. Don McLean. American Pie
Eight and a half minutes long. Unheard of at the time. I'm just a tad older than you, though you're ahead of me with cannabis.Absolutely love that you played the lyrics version of this, smoking a j of "Meshmicon" <vbseg> by the dumpster of Morrison's Cafeteria in Louisville Kentucky, just got my drivers liscense in 71.
... there is nothing like music or smell to transport you back in the Wayback Machine.
Those who have lived as long as us know the fucking shit we've had put up with... Millennials and Gen X will never understand, and that's okay, we didn't understand what the Greatest Generation went through, and unlike us, they did it in fucking silence.Eight and a half minutes long. Unheard of at the time. I'm just a tad older than you, though you're ahead of me with cannabis.
My first record. My older brother gave it to me for my birthday. It set me to collecting. Thanks, Dan.As I've posted before... I almost want to do a Wayne's world thing, and say I'm not worthy I'm not worthy! Those who have lived as long as we have know the fucking shit we have put up with... Millennials and Gen X will never understand, and that's okay.
And we have so _fucked_ things up!
You, ininji, SG, and the Blue Guy (my memory is so fucked these days, don't have the time / patience to search what I've previously posted to make sure the nym's correct. ) who posted Junior Brown with the Beach Boys doing 409. as I posted several times before here, he is my fucking hero on this forum for posting that and jogging my rapidly diminishing memory.
Massive
For us younger brothers, weren't older brothers fucking awesome! The original I remember hearing on AM transistor radio on WAKY in Louisville, KY:My first record. My older brother gave it to me for my birthday. It set me to collecting. Thanks, Dan.
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In So. Cal. it was surf and car music, just before The Beatles landed. He took me surfing when I was 9. Wouldn't take shit from the others complaining about the little kid coming, either.For us younger brothers, weren't older brothers fucking awesome! The original I remember hearing on AM transistor radio on WAKY in Louisville, KY:
OMFG, I could tell your stories about surfers and I'm a stocky/husky boy from Kentucky.In So. Cal. it was surf and car music, just before The Beatles landed. He took me surfing when I was 9. Wouldn't take shit from the others complaining about the little kid coming, either.
A lot of language came from the surf culture, too, especially Hawaii. "Brah" is one that still survives. Shaka Brah. A hand gesture, as well. Hang loose.OMFG, I could tell your stories about surfers and I'm a stocky/husky boy from Kentucky.
From the About section of the website:
"Because of my association and friendship with those who did import, I had access to some of the best quality, non-compressed, rapidly transported cannabis available in Miami during the late 60’s and 70’s. I introduced a couple of Italians and a Jewish guy to some surfers, who knew the Cubans, who brought it in for the Coptics and a very friendly relationship developed. They kept Bayside and Howard Beach supplied for quite a while and appreciated the intros, so anytime I needed to score, it was quite easy...
... visited Sebastian Inlet with them one time when they were just surfing and met some very interesting people. One guy said he moved a lot of the Coptic’s stuff up in Gainesville, called it Gainesville Green. Said he used to run PBR's in The Delta, I thought he was talking about Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. I had no idea what that meant until I saw Apocalypse Now many years later. I remember him taking a big hit, exhaling, and saying, “Thai sticks ain’t got shit on this”.
I believed him."
Without surfers on both the east and west coast of America, we would not have near the cannabis supply we have now... not to mention two five via John Griggs and The Brotherhood of Eternal Love. massive fucking
For those who are not familiar with the surfer John Griggs, if you smoked hash in the '60s or early '70s, or did two five that really was Orange Sunshine, you should bow down and say I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy to this surfer.A lot of language came from the surf culture, too, especially Hawaii. "Brah" is one that still survives. Shaka Brah. A hand gesture, as well. Hang loose.
Cousin Wayne used to talk about meshmicon all the time. He said the buds would not all look the same. I never actually smoked any of it myself. (I was 10 in 1971)Absolutely love that you played the lyrics version of this, smoking a j of "Meshmicon" <vbseg> by the dumpster of Morrison's Cafeteria in Louisville Kentucky, just got my drivers liscense in 71.
... there is nothing like music or smell to transport you back in the Wayback Machine.