its funny.....i have worked my whole life at music,,,well not really worked at it....its always come rather natural to me....blessing.....curse?????

well, i made a few commercials, / tags for my bro Ivan...and the next thing ya know im sitting in on his radio show.....and the next thing ya know....i am offered a position at the radio station....doing commercials...

yes i jumped at it!

being on the radio is cool.....but , trueley, i wood rather be behind the curtain, doing commercials and tags.

its so funny....i hate commercials, but love makin them!

now i listen intently to ....commercials...there is a crazy science to making them.....to over the top....brain switches off....to under the bridge,,,same effect,,,there is this happy medium....where you take it right up to the line, then back off.

there not so diferent than writing a song, as u have yo intro...chorus, bridge, and outro.....

just like anything i have dove into the deep end.....spending about 4 grand on "studio standered, mics, channel strips...ect!

so now im in debt, and have to work my way out of the whole.....i will never stop writing/preforming music....but the commercial thing is an outlet unto itself!

ok ok enough of that shit....story time?.......

good,,,,

the first time i ever expieramented with acid was ......lets just say......wow!

i had never really done acid....sure i took a tiny bit and saw colors, laffed uncontrolably, but that was.....not unlike beeing very stoned,,,,,

so....i was in a band called "pigs"...some how these guys were connected with the h.a's, (hells angels)....i met sunny, and all the top dogs...very nice peeps...they owned a big warehouse in oakland ca.    it was the old "sunshine cooky company" where they made the cooky's.

huge!!!!!

they had all kinds of cool stuff in there!

the first time i went there, i was searched, questioned, and put thru the ringer, at one point i was even asked if i wanted to prospect, under one arm phil....the shasta co. president.......i had to say no.....not because i didnt want to, or was affraid...but, to do this right, wood take all my time and efforts!...my sperm dohner always told me......."fly solo, dont wear any colors but your own.....you will earn more true respect that way"......anyways,,,,,

hoss, the singer of the band ended up with like a thousand hits of 4 way window pain!

we went camping....and we were all gonna drop!

i figured, man if im gonna drop this time,,,,,i wanna see god!

so i took 10 tabs=40 hits of the purest /strongest acid...these guys had ever seen...........

i felt it comin on..........and then......black out....they tell me...i disapeared for about 3 hrs...and when i came back, my pants/shirt....were all ripped up..i had made a weapon, and had war paint on my face......

i dont remember anything...just kinda coming too.....i do remember pointing my stick up to the stars, and having the power to manipulate them.....stir them up......move them around.....it took almost a week for the effects( colors, trails...shadows) to stop.......it actually scared me!...i didnt see god(at least i dont remember seeing him), and had a brutal headache for 2 weeks,,,,,,,,,

there it is....not the greatest acid story....but one that i have....i never did it after that!, and somtimes to this day, do suffer from "flashbacks"......hard to explain.....

kinda crunch time....but i got my blog time in!

till next time

goodaysallways...

~g~