During college and for a few years thereafter [the 70’s] I was attempting a nascent career as a professional guitarist. We affectionately referred to “Peruvian marching powder”, or as Frank Zappa called it, “weasel dust”, and even for club-level performers the stuff was everywhere. I have a particularly fond memory of white lines on the back of a Martin D-45 and a famous guitarist who shall remain nameless. I have described my relationship with the stuff in those days as being just like my relationship with butter pecan ice cream—it doesn’t matter how much is in the house, I will do it until it’s all gone.
Looking back on those days, I am amazed that more of us didn’t end up dead or in prison, but they say that God looks after drunks and idiots. I loved the line at the end of “Spinal Tap”: “As long as there are sex and drugs, I believe I could live without the rock and roll.”
lolol the marching powder
cool guitar story too...almost as good as my opening scene of wolf of wallst
(off a booty)
my mom and dad had strong hardworking careers after their fun as well,
but i wouldnt suggest it, slippery slope - dont do drugs kids
i appreciate my perspective too and hear you, could have been bad for anyone involved...but i appreciate the
experiences and wouldnt do it if it was offered to me for free now. have too much to lose now
i find it scary the amount of kids and people who take adderoll, because ill be damned, diet coke nickname is an understatement,
dont ask me how i know
back on a credit card statement at work