I originally wanted to do a monthly get together with some good friends, good weed, good food and a great movie. I was excited to play projectionist at home & turning people on to some amazing films. So what happened? It all started to sound like a hassle. All those people at my place. My dope all smoked up. It was so perfect in my mind, it was bound to get ruined. But the name was too good to let go of, so I thought, why not a blog?
Welcome to Marijuana Movie Night.
One my favorite druggie-with-feeling albums from Mark Lanegan. I loved the stuff he did when he was fronting the Screaming Trees, but his solo stuff is more intimate. When I am getting blazed or just feeling lonely, these songs pumping through my earbuds or speakers makes me feel like a legit struggling human. Go dig it for yourself.
This Pink Floyd album is now 50. This was another one from my dead uncle’s collection and, man, it’s still some timeless shit. Designed to be listened all the way through. Smoke a joint and get to the stressed mellow vibe this band was so good at manifesting.
I lived around the corner from Glenn Danzig’s house a few years ago. Recently, I drove passed and it has not changed. Still dirty looking with fucked up askew blinds on the windows. I’m unsure if he remains lurking the halls of this abode.
On this evening, it was tradition in Detroit, Michigan to torch empty building and other mischief. Do not commit arson. The trick & treats will succumb to the flames. Sad pumpkin. Do listen to the Misfits.
When in a meditative state and I want music to inspire, but not distract, I look to Brian Eno. He has made three volumes of Music for Films. They bring the mellow vibe, making whatever you are doing satisfyingly cinematic. Listen to all three and become the main player in your life film.
Many years ago, this album came into my possession after my uncle died. He was a Doors fan. There are several albums of his in my collection. I do have a Doors adjacent memory, but through the greater cultural spectrum of Pop Culture eating itself so we can get more. Andy Warhol understood it well enough to understand it’s personality. He saw how it liked to stare in the mirror all the time. That time it built a sound chamber with acoustics specifically designed to hear it’s farts clearer. Andy wasn’t surprised.
I was living in Boston and the Oliver Stone film The Doors was to be released. It seem as if their music streamed out of every open window or passing car. There was also my friend’s friend who began acting like Jim Morrison himself which was annoying as fuck. Pretentious outbursts of Blake or an insistence on wanting to know what tribe you were in because he was the reincarnation of an Indian shaman. As I said, annoying as fuck.