Hi folks, Jeff here:
There are celebrations in this country and there are celebrations. You have your New Years, Thanksgiving, Mardi Gras and of course, Take Your Secretary to a Motel Day, but here in Portland, we're about to have a party that might dwarf them all.
It happens in two days on October 1. That is the day that possession of recreational marijuana becomes legal in Oregon. Already people are lining up by the "dispensaries" like Apple fanboys waiting for their iphones. The front page of the Oregonian is featuring videos on how to roll a joint or the kind of strain that is best for beginners (this from a paper that still requires drug testing for the few reporters that are still left on staff).
From what I'm told, the dispensaries all have several clerks who show you the different strains they carry in cans behind the counter. Typical Oregon, they are especially proud of their local products. After asking you what kind of effect you are looking for — medicinal, intense, sleep inducing, spiritual — they will show you that strain. A friend in Vancouver says that "Berry Plush" worked nicely for him. If they ask me, I'd probably say, "I don't know; I just want to get fucked up." Having lived through the '60s when Texas hippies were sentenced to life in the can for three seeds, I can honestly say I never thought I'd live to see this day. And I don't even indulge -- well hardly anyway. Since 2000, I have smoked dope exactly four times -- on the night of each presidential election. I mean how else was I going to get through it? "Oh, Dick Cheney, he's really a beautiful man."
Anyway, with all the advice for newcomers about how not to Bogart a joint and the kind of munchies one should stock up on, I haven't seen any stories on the best soundtrack to accompany toking up.
Who else to ask but our loyal Burning Wood readers?
Do we start with your San Francisco bands, the Airplane and Country Joe or does their music tend toward the acidic? Mid-life Beatles? Your Rubber Soul? I'm open to suggestions. Maybe we can even put together a soundtrack for Thursday night when for the first time in a non-presidential year I, and the rest of this city intend to be one toke over the line, sweet Jesus.