IAmKowalski
11-15-2008, 10:05 PM
Last night was an experience that I will remember for the rest of my life. I live in a Mid-west rust belt city, with a surprisingly vibrant arts and music scene. Seeing amazing bands, both local and out of town, in basements, warehouses, bars, and coffee shops is nothing new. Bringing and encountering good bud at these events is nothing new either. Last night, however, was something different.....
Last night was a free show at a local underground venu. Two local bands, three out-of-town bands. One of the out of town names seemed to ring a bell, but I couldn't quite place it: "The Merry Pranksters". The pranksters showed up while the first band was playing, and finally it hit me who these folks were (Google "Electric Cool-Aid Acid Test" if you don't already know). Some long time members and some new, but very much the same group - if basically a second and third generation version.
Then came the joint. A heavy cardboard poster-mailer tube was produced and pulled open. From inside it emerged the largest joint (if you can even call it a joint at this point) that I ever expect to see in real life. At least two feet long, somewhere around 1.5 to 2 inches in diameter. Composed of a perfect mix of bud, shake, and crumbled hash. It seemed as if layers of papers had actually been glued together with what appeared to be honey-oil (almost a lacquer coating between layers). It took about 15 to 20 minutes and a whole lot of group effort manning lighters and lungs before it was finally properly lit and burning. This monster would look ridiculous, ludicrous, and just plain silly even in a movie (it put Cheech and Chong's joint from Up In Smoke to shame, entirely dwarfing it), and yet here it was - an actual 1/2 lb (and I think that's a conservative guess) expertly crafted joint.
A continuous jam with various musicians transitioning between three stages continued through the whole night. So did the two-foot joint, and later the two-foot joint's many many many offspring. At one point, a run had to be broken off and the joint re-lit. The pile that was trimmed off was at least 1/2 oz and became a community packing pile - just laying on a table on some newsprint. Joint after joint and bowl after bowl was packed from the pile-o-weed while the main joint continued to burn... and burn... and burn...
Somewhere around 1:30am, the resin-clogged roach - still some six inches long - was finally dismantled and became another small mountain of weed from which more offspring were rolled.
Walking past the room that had housed the original joint, I was stopped at one point and handed three unlit joints and instructed to get them burning and hand them out.
I left around 4:00am after the last band had finally stumbled off stage.
There were still piles of weed scattered about, mostly little piles of the monster-roach, some piles of fresh beautiful bud (no one having a clue who had brought it or left it by that point).
Oh, and did I mention the cookies?
Good Night Yall!
Last night was a free show at a local underground venu. Two local bands, three out-of-town bands. One of the out of town names seemed to ring a bell, but I couldn't quite place it: "The Merry Pranksters". The pranksters showed up while the first band was playing, and finally it hit me who these folks were (Google "Electric Cool-Aid Acid Test" if you don't already know). Some long time members and some new, but very much the same group - if basically a second and third generation version.
Then came the joint. A heavy cardboard poster-mailer tube was produced and pulled open. From inside it emerged the largest joint (if you can even call it a joint at this point) that I ever expect to see in real life. At least two feet long, somewhere around 1.5 to 2 inches in diameter. Composed of a perfect mix of bud, shake, and crumbled hash. It seemed as if layers of papers had actually been glued together with what appeared to be honey-oil (almost a lacquer coating between layers). It took about 15 to 20 minutes and a whole lot of group effort manning lighters and lungs before it was finally properly lit and burning. This monster would look ridiculous, ludicrous, and just plain silly even in a movie (it put Cheech and Chong's joint from Up In Smoke to shame, entirely dwarfing it), and yet here it was - an actual 1/2 lb (and I think that's a conservative guess) expertly crafted joint.
A continuous jam with various musicians transitioning between three stages continued through the whole night. So did the two-foot joint, and later the two-foot joint's many many many offspring. At one point, a run had to be broken off and the joint re-lit. The pile that was trimmed off was at least 1/2 oz and became a community packing pile - just laying on a table on some newsprint. Joint after joint and bowl after bowl was packed from the pile-o-weed while the main joint continued to burn... and burn... and burn...
Somewhere around 1:30am, the resin-clogged roach - still some six inches long - was finally dismantled and became another small mountain of weed from which more offspring were rolled.
Walking past the room that had housed the original joint, I was stopped at one point and handed three unlit joints and instructed to get them burning and hand them out.
I left around 4:00am after the last band had finally stumbled off stage.
There were still piles of weed scattered about, mostly little piles of the monster-roach, some piles of fresh beautiful bud (no one having a clue who had brought it or left it by that point).
Oh, and did I mention the cookies?
Good Night Yall!