Age of the FC Community plus a lot of nostalgia

[grampa_herb]

There is not much to be nostalgic about concerning weed in the 70's. The stuff we got was said to be from various Mexican states. It was compressed into bricks for transportation. You could sometimes find the corner shapes of the molds they used. My father had a book where it showed people pouring soft drinks into and stomping weed into molds, seeds, stalks and all.

 

[archangelz001]

There is not much to be nostalgic about concerning weed in the 70's. The stuff we got was said to be from various Mexican states. It was compressed into bricks for transportation. You could sometimes find the corner shapes of the molds they used. My father had a book where it showed people pouring soft drinks into and stomping weed into molds, seeds, stalks and all.

I certainly remember opening up sugary coca cola saturated kilos of mexican weed. Extra weight, wet, and didnt burn well.

 

[little maggie]

Thinking about the request to avoid political comments. I am one of the least political people I know and yet when I think about when I was young- the late sixties and seventies most of my memories are associated with politics:
My college canceling the entire semester from April on because of political issues -basically preparing for May day 1970. (I was not happy with my favorite class being cancelled.)
Moving to Denver to start a state jpb and being called to the office the first day to meet with the FBI who had apparently been tracking me because I'd visited a friend in Madison whose brother had bombed a building. (Unknown to me).
My best friend in high school had me go to see the "Boys in the Band" so I would understand him.
And most of my friends being in consciousness raising groups during the 70's where for the first time women shared about their experiences of molestation. Before that it was a secret because women were taught to blame themselves for rape and incest.
I could go on but I don't know how to think of my history without these elements.
I'd only add that I hate to drive even now. My best friend in high school, before boys in the band, would drive to concerts in Boston while tripping on acid. I had no idea what that meant because I'd never used anything stronger than coffee. And I started smoking cigarettes so I could learn to inhale to get stoned.

 

[pxl_jockey]

There is not much to be nostalgic about concerning weed in the 70's. The stuff we got was said to be from various Mexican states. It was compressed into bricks for transportation. You could sometimes find the corner shapes of the molds they used. My father had a book where it showed people pouring soft drinks into and stomping weed into molds, seeds, stalks and all.

@grampa_herb & @archangelz001 Yep, I have had many compressed corners (in 80's TX), so much stems and seeds. And you would much rather have that brickweed than the last bits from that QP. I remember it all being flattened together and you would have to bend it until it broke into smaller flat pieces. Buds that were more seed than weed. Absolute rubbish; I was glad for it and it sure seemed to work at the time but I feel no nostalgia for all the Mexican dirtweed I've choked down from homemade smoking devices made from questionable parts. None.

But thanks for bringing this topic up, I'm grateful that others remember that shit for what it was. No telling what else we smoked that was in that stuff. Sooo glad things have changed, whether it's legal or not where you are, I can't imagine anyone having to buy and smoke shit as bad as that ever again. Cheers!

 

[little maggie]

Shit maybe but if it's all you know...
Remember when a pound cost a little more than $100.

 

[grampa_herb]

Shit maybe but if it's all you know...
Remember when a pound cost a little more than $100.

Oh yeah, it was the shit at the time! Kids smoking seeds in their bowls. It was an art form to shake the seeds from the crumbled buds on an LP cover.

 

[Squiby]

It was an art form to shake the seeds from the crumbled buds on an LP cover.

Yep. I remember doing that. The White Album was a favorite seed separator. Some of those got planted and produced pretty good bud under intense halogen lights and foiled walls.

 

[Stu]

The White Album was a favorite seed separator.

Hotel California was my go to. The foldable cover was the key.

 

[archangelz001]

Shit maybe but if it's all you know...
Remember when a pound cost a little more than $100.

Yeah... the unidentified stuff was $200/kilo. The Panama Red, Acapulco Gold, was $300 or more.

 

[His_Highness]

Speaking of the old days and holidays.....

Back then, for me, the holidays were feast or famine. Some years the powers that be would start a campaign to crack down on MJ around Christmas and it would become scarce and costly if you could even find some. In other years some "special shit" would show up for the holidays and while it was pricey it was also a treat and a half.

During times of famine we would clean out every bong, pipe and gather the roaches, (Remember calling left over joint pieces roaches?), and smoke that horrible smelling black tar combo for as long as you could take it hoping you got a buzz instead of a headache.

 

[Vitolo]

Shit maybe but if it's all you know...
Remember when a pound cost a little more than $100.

I remember when a Kilo cost under 100!

 

[nickdanger]

Oh yeah, it was the shit at the time! Kids smoking seeds in their bowls. It was an art form to shake the seeds from the crumbled buds on an LP cover.

And there were always the telltale signs of seeds in a joint by the small round burn holes in your clothing, lol!

 

[CarolKing]

Speaking of the old days and holidays.....

Back then, for me, the holidays were feast or famine. Some years the powers that be would start a campaign to crack down on MJ around Christmas and it would become scarce and costly if you could even find some. In other years some "special shit" would show up for the holidays and while it was pricey it was also a treat and a half.

During times of famine we would clean out every bong, pipe and gather the roaches, (Remember calling left over joint pieces roaches?), and smoke that horrible smelling black tar combo for as long as you could take it hoping you got a buzz instead of a headache.

I remember the shitty weed around the holidays during the black market days. I was told it was because everyone was between harvests. Sometimes with the shitty weed I would find bits of fur or hair and lint as well.

 

[Little Bill]

Well I may be the old; but my MJ experience only dates back 4 years now. I'm currently paying $100 per quarter of illegal variety; but looking into an alternate source for $75 per quarter.

I remember going to the movies on Saturday morning with 25 cents. It cost 10 cents to get in and a nickel each for a coke, popcorn, and large candy bar.

 

[grampa_herb]

During times of famine we would clean out every bong, pipe and gather the roaches, (Remember calling left over joint pieces roaches?), and smoke that horrible smelling black tar combo for as long as you could take it hoping you got a buzz instead of a headache.

Did you ever stoop so low as to running bong water through a sock for the nasty black goo? Oh for shame!

Sometimes with the shitty weed I would find bits of fur or hair and lint as well.

Mice bits for weight?

 

[macbill]

I can remember sifting through seed accumulations in times of need, seeking the rolling chunks of flower or green that inevitably collected with the seeds. Good times? Not compared with today, but part and parcel to who I am today.

 

[pxl_jockey]

^ me too ^ Sorry if I sounded too negative cos I was smiling as I typed my earlier musings. I think it's one of the things that makes this slow turning of the tide so exciting for me even though I don't benefit yet.

All of those tales of desperate measures during dry times really sent me back in time!

I really loved the flashback to the Double Album Gatefold! A tool to shake out the stems and seeds and also something to be examined after you were high. And the lyrics on the dust jacket! Although I'm "only" 50, my oldest brother is 16 yrs older and as a tiny baby I prefered to hangout w/him & listen to his music. So my mom always blamed him & the early exposure to rock-n-roll for my wild streak.

I'm glad I came up & had access to my siblings' music: early 60's right on through the late 70's was a time of creative genius like we'll never see again. So many truly great artists exploded in many of the popular genres and were given the time and space to indulge their creative muses/visions and make recordings that are truly timeless in a way that makes the "same 4 notes in various order" throwaway music of today pale in comparison IMO. Whew, thanks for letting me get that run-on sentence off my chest! Loving this thread

 

[CarolKing]

I feel fortunate to have grown up during the late 60s and 70s when music was blossoming and getting better and better. The album covers would have all the pictures and the info about the group or artist. I loved reading about my favorite groups. I would buy the Teen Beat types of magazines when I was in middle school. I was in love with David Cassidy and Davy Jones.

Of course the album covers made a great surface to sift through the seeds and stems. I used to have a little roller in the early 80s where I would roll the whole ounce into joints. Most of the time I used double papers so it wouldn’t burn so fast. I could usually get about 30 joints rolled. That was during the Mexican dirt weed days, that weed that had that earthy taste.

 

[Vitolo]

I remember going to the movies on Saturday morning with 25 cents.

I was there!

I can remember sifting through seed accumulations in times of need, seeking the rolling chunks of flower or green that inevitably collected with the seeds. Good times? Not compared with today, but part and parcel to who I am today.

Yup... there too!

All of those tales of desperate measures during dry times really sent me back in time

Me too.... Saturday night without was a dismal occasion!

That was during the Mexican dirt weed days, that weed that had that earthy taste.

May your memory of that time bless and pave the way to more fruitful and exciting times!

 

[little maggie]

Some of these posts are pretty gross- fur in weed! But the music is another story. My sister liked American Bandstand which never appealed to me. Fortunately one of my friends introduced me to the Freewheelin Dylan album and Phil Ochs. I lived 20 minutes from Newport and started going to the folk festival when I was 13. The weekend shows were only $2 and were the best because everyone played then and you could get as close as you wanted. They set the days up as workshops with different themes. And most people went to the expensive evening shows. The other performers would sit there too listening to other performers Saw Dylan in the afternoon in a small group and then in the evening when he first came out with his electric guitar. That was not very popular.
I saw lots of those early British groups as well. Totally humiliated when my friend kept screaming during the first Stones how on the East Coast. Everyone else was quiet and well-behaved (pre Beatles mania)
Too much nostalgia here.

 

[grampa_herb]

The music was indeed awesome in the 70's. For a couple years (77-78?) they had these huge Sunday concerts at Mile High Stadium in Denver. I believe they only charged $5. One had Lynyrd Skynyrd, Heart, The Cars, 38 Special, possibly Foreigner or others (it was the first time I had edibles). I remember being pissed that Heart (my fave at the time) had an equipment malfunction after 3 songs and did not come back. Also, fucking people screaming their lungs out all the way through Freebird, couldn't hear much.

 

[little maggie]

And Rolling Thunder during that same era in Colorado. And although it's been decades since I lived in Colorado, Red Rocks has to be the most beautiful place anywhere to see a concert. They'd let people in during the day and we'd bring a picnic basket and weed and hang out until the show started.

 

[grampa_herb]

And Rolling Thunder during that same era in Colorado. And although it's been decades since I lived in Colorado, Red Rocks has to be the most beautiful place anywhere to see a concert. They'd let people in during the day and we'd bring a picnic basket and weed and hang out until the show started.

Did you get in for free then? We came the night before for Steve Martin in 77, but I can't remember if we paid later or not. By the time the show started we were too sleep-deprived and burnt-out to find him funny.

 

[little maggie]

No. We had to have tickets. But by the time I moved from Denver they'd gotten much more restrictive about when they would open.

 

[sag]

Great stories, great thread. I can relate to it all. well, except for the bong water through a sock trick. Never got that hard up....