Comedians on psychedelic drugs

[slimvictor]

If you just want the tl;dr, feel free to skip to the bottom of this post where comedians George Carlin, Joe Rogan, Doug Stanhope, Bill Hicks and Duncan Trussell are heard discussing their experiences with psychedelic drugs. I won’t be offended.

There was a period of my life when I was in my 20s where I had no idea what to do next. I’d been in Los Angeles pitching TV show ideas around, without success, and had moved back to New York in an effort to shake things up and change my luck, but that was even worse. I was depressed and confused basically about what direction my career and life should take, working in a shitty job I hated and… things just sucked.

It was at this point fate intervened and presented me with a gram vial of DMT. Why not? It was a message in a bottle from God, I rationalized, as I went through that gram, and then a second, and about, I dunno, perhaps 45 grams of mushrooms in the coming two months. I could smoke DMT four times a day, easily. That probably seems just a little bit excessive, I realize, but I still held down a job even if I was carrying on a schizophrenic dialogue with my spirit guide, a wise-cracking raven with a voice like Eddie Murphy.

Just kidding. No, I’m not going to get into any of my “tripping stories” or anything like that (plenty of those—not mine—over at Erowid Vaults) but I will say that it did inspire me to change my act basically, like George Carlin talks about in his section of this video. Within a few months of my “psychedelic period”—this was in the mid-90s—the possibility the Internet seemed to offer as a place for my particular talents to prosper was becoming apparent to me and I started trying to get Disinformation off the ground.

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[pmoseman]

You already know. So what are we doing? Learning what we do not already know. What I have learned is what we thought we knew, we thought we knew all, and we have a conclusion which is wrong, imprinted in us. But that life began, not in competition, as in a life and death of the present moment, but as a cooperative expression of anything new. New emotions, new thoughts, and they lay out before us as thoughts had always done. This calamity surrounding us was the most mysterious and darkly beautiful presence, the pain as we awoke. The direction we chose in it now becomes a nightmare, as we realize the inescapable, the lasting presence of something gruesome. When we know in time this will fade, we will begin to call it the most beautiful experience. Something can be missed without worrying too much about what we owe.