So, bluu, you headier than me?
(credit to someone here I think for turning me on to that, it's hilarious)
The harm reduction guide is meant to be genuinely good advice for the outsider with a touch of parody for the experienced. The profit motive is in earnest though. The sorts of festivals you like I've been to quite a few of, but there's not a great deal of money to be made (although deals go down behind the scenes aplenty) and usually the music isn't all that great and I don't really like hippies, or most of their music, with the exception of the Grateful Dead, Phil, DSO, etc (never really like RatDog/Bobby's later output all that much), which I really genuinely love,
that was never a put-on; most other hippie shit doesn't do it for me, musically or in any other sense (I
especially hate most hippie music while on drugs.) The "old heads" are just basically full of shit in my book, although I've known some who weren't, some who were, the ones fullest of shit, of course, were the "tree-thugger"
ghetto lot kid types, young or old. If you're picturing me as one of those you're pretty afar off.
Anyway if you are in the Northeast our paths probably intersected at this point, and no, you would not see me from a mile away, if we needed to meet on a professional basis, you'd be introduced to me discretely, get a good quality at a good price with good customer service, or you'd get something from my kids while I relaxed in a canopy doing whatever the hell I wanted to while getting envelopes passed to me a few times a shift. And those heady ass festivals where there's no profit motive and stuff? Your fun, either way, is being provided, even if once removed (seldom more), by people with "profit-based movements." Otherwise maybe you'd turn up your nose at me as a capitalist interloper but it's not 1967 or even 1977 (Ithaca!) anymore, brah.
The commercial bit is the American dream, writ small, illegal, and tie-died and if you ask me one word to associate with the GD, it would probably be "America," and that includes the freewheelingly capitalistic "temporary autonomous zone" on lot. But if I met you at one of these things enough that I'd want to chill with you, you'd want for nothing, drugs, girls, whatever, I'd sort ya. I always showed love and gave back to the community with free spinnings, etc., each time I worked a large festival. Often this took the form of a gallon or two of "prankster juice" that we would just sit on the hood of a car handing out (which, in case you don't have a cynical bone in your body, is not only altruism, but advertising.) I would go to these festivals and see the GD-related headline act(s) and otherwise pretty much chill and carry out business. Later on I moved upward and onward a bit and didn't go anymore anyway but for a show or whatever. It's too fucking hot, anyway. As I wrote
elsewhere in a post about how I hate summer—God how I hate summer—
When I used to be a kid on lot, the summer, of course, was primetime. Lots of festivals and concerts to go to, lots of money to be made. But you know what? It sucked. On the lower levels of the corporate ladder, especially; you sweated your way through 12, 14 hour days making the rounds. You were probably dressed fashionably for the scene which wasn't the most accommodating to the weather, whereas your girlfriend might be wearing nothing at all, [and guys are always sizing her up and stuff.] You're making good money for low man on the totem pole, depending on your skill and your product, at least a few hundred dollars an hour and possibly more, so consider yourself well compensated by the trouble, but then there's the tents, the travel, the dehydraton ... it all sucks. (That's why your boss is staying at a hotel room with a regular shuttle to lot.) Speed or coke might help you work, but will dehydrate you and risk collapse, get too obviously opiated and it effects business, get anywhere near nod torritory and you'll probably do it and risk a horrible sunburn. Beer is a diuretic. Psychedelics and dissociatives tend to invite heat delirium. After night (post-music) is when the real weirdos and the occasional scary fuck comes along. And to top it all off, the music sucks. Usually two or three acts worth going to and usually they put on a decently workmanlike show but the best shows I've heard have all been off-season. And, deducting expenses, you'd spend all that cash on some work to take home and make more money there than you did at the festival. (This, and perhaps many jobs in this field, are apparently is no longer necessary due to yet another infelicity of the young Mr. Ulbricht's inviting the end user. An outsourcing cunt like all the rest.) So there's that. So much for festivals.
And besides, the ticket prices and outlay costs on most large festivals are not insubstantial so to go without working there somehow is not within the means of many people. In the very beginning I was just more or less breaking even but then I got smarter. Burning Man is even more outrageous in these terms (although I haven't been.) And don't get me started on Rainbow Gatherings. Veneer of rainbows and gift economies and hippiedom, vast undercurrent of gangsterism. Shanti sena, shanti sena! Or whatever they say.
Idealism is a very dangerous thing, not only for the idealist but for the world around him.
My drug of choice is heroin, has been for about 20 years and opiates have been since I was 12 and first broke a bone. I'm not on dope right now solely because I can't afford it due to a rather unfortunate confluence of economic circumstances. I have a very good job but make less than I did dealing—did both for a while at once, that was too much. The constant anxiety of doing illegal shit all the time was getting to me anyway. So I'm glad I quit. Basically waking up every day knowing I'd eventually wind up in prison for a decent span of time (or become a turncoat) but not knowing when. But now money's tight, too tight for dope at least, sometimes worse than that: I had family expenses, bills expenses, got sued, owe money to the tax man, lost some shifts and some facilities, etc., which knocked me off my axis quite a bit to the tune of like a 50% paycut. So now it's Suboxone and prescriptions. I'd be deliriously happy to continue on heroin for life if I conceivably could, financially and in terms of not winding up losing my license, though. My secondary drug of choice, barring other opiates, is booze or maybe ketamine, although I haven't done ketamine in a long time. Speed and coke are OK. I used to love acid, most substituted tryptamines, 2C-D, and 2C-T-7 and -21, DOC and DOM, and as I always going on about, 5-MeO-DMT. I'm in no place in my life to use psychedelics these days and even during the last year or two of my involvement in the "psychedelic movement" (which never really
moves anyhow, we go to festivals for the same old bullshit and go to conferences to see the same old song and dance from the same people...but I digress) I preferred something lighter, like say some 2C-D (ideally, given i.m.) perhaps paired with a bit of dexedrine, or maybe 4-AcO-DMT. I never trusted plant drugs. I grudgingly used pot socially for years until I realized that I hated it.