Last Saturday was my third and so far best experience with marijuana. I was totally relaxed and capable of the purest form of free thought, which I utilized well in my composing.
5:30 PM I decided to smoke, as it was a beautiful day and I was eager to smoke in a purely natural setting. I fetched my Indica cannabis, which I have not yet exhausted since my first purchase. I think I have nearly a gram and a half left, but I'm not totally sure. (I have 3 nugs the size of small grapes). Since I thoroughly enjoyed the weed and tea spliff, I decided to roll another one. I gathered my papers, card, weed and tea to my table before remembering that I still had my unfinished J from the other day by my mailbox! I was actually mildly worried that it wouldn't be there, or had started to decay or something. But alas, my fears were for naught, for the short, re-sealed joint lay neatly inside the tube where I left it.
I brought it inside, gutted it, and salvaged the weed and tea leftover from Monday. I added this to my small pile of herbal blend, with which I rolled a fresh new joint. It was a little uneven, and had a short roach, but it looked beautiful. Sadly I neglected to preserve an image of the beautiful joint, maybe next time. Aloud, I asked myself if I had everything. Joint, check; Water, check; Lighter... where the hell is my lighter...
I spent a good 10 minutes looking for my lighter. That in hand, I gathered my things and went outdoors to the woods. I ignored the path and began to explore some of the more dense parts of the small forest. Once I found a nice clearing away from anything man-made, I sat against a tree and lit my joint.
Luckily, this time I did not suffer from cottonmouth. I was high within 5 minutes this time, experiencing all of the familiar vision lag and limb buoyancy, etc. This time, I had no reason to fear anything, so I sat back and relaxed, looking at the trees and listening to the birds. I allowed myself to totally zone out of normal vision and into visual thinking. I wasn't hallucinating, I was visually lost in thought. I talked to the birds for a bit, understanding their place in nature. I felt amazing. Stress free, happily free and relaxed, void of self-doubt and perfectionism. I started humming, and developed a tune that I liked. I thought about it some more, and realized that it could fit into the section of my current Wind Symphony piece I have been composing. The tune I imagined was only really 5 notes long, but I could think of scores of harmonies and variations I could mix together. Oh, the ideas!
I finished the joint just after 6, at which point I decided to go inside and compose. I left my spot in the woods, peacefully walked through nature, and made my way to my front door. My dad had stopped in to look at my broken TV, so it was a surprise to see him in my living room. When my dad asked why my eyes were so red, I said that I was still sick from a sinus infection that I've had for the past week. Dad and I unhooked my TV from the wall, set it on the table, and examined it. It looked like a TV....
A little while later, Dad left to take my mom out for dinner. I set myself up in the basement with my MIDI keyboard, bass clarinet, and Finale 2014. I composed, and I composed. I must have spent a solid 2 hours composing -- writing rhythms, arranging melodies and harmonies, and describing musically the concept I wished to convey. It was an incredible mental freedom to write my thoughts. Weed definitely improved my ability to compose through frustration. I composed until I was totally sober, and I still composed late into the night. However, once I was sober (at around 9 PM), I developed a headache from dehydration. That was easily solved.
This three-hour high seemed like both forever and momentary, but it will remain memorable timelessly. I am really enjoying the mind-freeing properties of nature and marijuana.
5:30 PM I decided to smoke, as it was a beautiful day and I was eager to smoke in a purely natural setting. I fetched my Indica cannabis, which I have not yet exhausted since my first purchase. I think I have nearly a gram and a half left, but I'm not totally sure. (I have 3 nugs the size of small grapes). Since I thoroughly enjoyed the weed and tea spliff, I decided to roll another one. I gathered my papers, card, weed and tea to my table before remembering that I still had my unfinished J from the other day by my mailbox! I was actually mildly worried that it wouldn't be there, or had started to decay or something. But alas, my fears were for naught, for the short, re-sealed joint lay neatly inside the tube where I left it.
I brought it inside, gutted it, and salvaged the weed and tea leftover from Monday. I added this to my small pile of herbal blend, with which I rolled a fresh new joint. It was a little uneven, and had a short roach, but it looked beautiful. Sadly I neglected to preserve an image of the beautiful joint, maybe next time. Aloud, I asked myself if I had everything. Joint, check; Water, check; Lighter... where the hell is my lighter...
I spent a good 10 minutes looking for my lighter. That in hand, I gathered my things and went outdoors to the woods. I ignored the path and began to explore some of the more dense parts of the small forest. Once I found a nice clearing away from anything man-made, I sat against a tree and lit my joint.
Luckily, this time I did not suffer from cottonmouth. I was high within 5 minutes this time, experiencing all of the familiar vision lag and limb buoyancy, etc. This time, I had no reason to fear anything, so I sat back and relaxed, looking at the trees and listening to the birds. I allowed myself to totally zone out of normal vision and into visual thinking. I wasn't hallucinating, I was visually lost in thought. I talked to the birds for a bit, understanding their place in nature. I felt amazing. Stress free, happily free and relaxed, void of self-doubt and perfectionism. I started humming, and developed a tune that I liked. I thought about it some more, and realized that it could fit into the section of my current Wind Symphony piece I have been composing. The tune I imagined was only really 5 notes long, but I could think of scores of harmonies and variations I could mix together. Oh, the ideas!
I finished the joint just after 6, at which point I decided to go inside and compose. I left my spot in the woods, peacefully walked through nature, and made my way to my front door. My dad had stopped in to look at my broken TV, so it was a surprise to see him in my living room. When my dad asked why my eyes were so red, I said that I was still sick from a sinus infection that I've had for the past week. Dad and I unhooked my TV from the wall, set it on the table, and examined it. It looked like a TV....
A little while later, Dad left to take my mom out for dinner. I set myself up in the basement with my MIDI keyboard, bass clarinet, and Finale 2014. I composed, and I composed. I must have spent a solid 2 hours composing -- writing rhythms, arranging melodies and harmonies, and describing musically the concept I wished to convey. It was an incredible mental freedom to write my thoughts. Weed definitely improved my ability to compose through frustration. I composed until I was totally sober, and I still composed late into the night. However, once I was sober (at around 9 PM), I developed a headache from dehydration. That was easily solved.
This three-hour high seemed like both forever and momentary, but it will remain memorable timelessly. I am really enjoying the mind-freeing properties of nature and marijuana.