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Willie does Reggae(!?!)

Started by CJ, July 04, 2005, 03:05:12 PM

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JRL

#15
Don't forget the drummers! Was it Jung, Freud or Lesh that said "Hell is bad drumming"?

Maybe it was me.

These guys just don't get it. And what happens is the house band is medium to ok but the jammers line up. And sometimes there aren't that many bass jammers, so I get stuck with the lame brain, no clue, not listening, no soul(come on J tells us what you really think) can't keep time,ect. guys.

So back to topic, if you ever see a dude like me in that same circumstance, definitely take him out and give him some of all the stuff you gotm cause the devil don't pay enough to afford a buzz.
a group of us, on peyote, had little to share with a group on marijuana

the marijuana smokers were discussing questions of the utmost profundity and we were sticking our fingers in our navels & giggling
                 Jack Green

laughingwillow

#16
LOL quote jrl: If hell isn't a line of middle aged SRV wannabes with limited talent and large amps, you're gonna have to prove it.

Steve, eh?

I think our most interesting encounter with the devil was at a dead show in chicago in '94 or so.  A fellow dressed as the debil himself, complete with menacing trident sat down with our group before the show and asked to borrow a lighter. Brudder Brad handed him a bic. The fellow in the devil suit was just that until brad asked for his lighter back. Then things changed quickly. The guy let a gutteral chuckle loose from the pit of his stomach and  became satan right before our puddling-black pupils. "You hand something to the devil and expect to get it back?" he intoned ominously. "Just like that?" Followed by more laughter. I looked at my friends and realized I wasn't the only one having my experience altered by the devil. SO I oulled Brad aside and said, "Dude, its the devil. Let him have the fooking lighter if it just gets him out of our hair." Brad tried to reason and the devil laughed and kkept taking drags on his his cigarette, head tilted back and exhaling like the regal prince of darkness himself. When Brad relented and finally told the devil to keep the lighter, the apparition subsided, and the guy in the costume handed back the bic and wandered back into a current of moving people......

Maybe that was Steve. hehe

lw
Lost my boots in transit, babe,
smokin\' pile of leather.
Nailed a retread to my feet
and prayed for better weather...