Trippin' the Stoner Blizz with the Ganja Man

Jams this time were not recorded but I have a lame cop as the only thinking is stand up now and play. Roll immediately as the Great God Mescalito orders or it may pass by.

It's my fail that I don't tell him to smoke another bowl and wait up.  It only takes a second to start an audio record session going.  I do regret the fail and sometimes there's a wee bit too much impressionism.

The balance is any musico knows I don't want to screw with pushing buttons, red lights, or beeps ... I just want to play.  The producer screams this is not productive but this is most productive of all because it gives the reason to do it.


It doesn't really matter if I record anything but that can be the best time because it's not directed toward any particular audience, it's only for the space it creates while the music exists and what a joy to be in it.

More and more it gets to fulfilling the longing to play something and really like it.  That's no brag because it's been hard-earned but it comes the thoughts go about making mistakes and more about keeping it going.  Whatever it is you're doing, just keep doing it.  You have to work for that feeling (larfs).

For your own trips, it's got to be like landing a jetplane, really nailing some sky-high sex, engaging in some top-level swordfighting in the corporate boardroom, or some such.  There are the times when there is not one molecule in your brain which isn't focused dead on your trip.  There's no thinking of carrying out the rubbish, walking the dog, or what's on the television.  You are ON it.  Dayum good feeling, ain't it!  (larfs)

Now do that with noise and you're jammin'.

(Long pause in which that did happen and playing commenced.  It was recorded this time but it's not an Uploader.  That's ok as it sounds like it will be.)

The vibe is "Hey, Mister Ganja Man" and the trip is because the Dancing Marijuana Plant left but then the Man from Mozambique showed up.  There's a spiritual transformation which is all on a Rasta stream of one love.

I met a man from Mozambique
he's a Rasta don't you know
He would vote for Bernie
If he could be here for the show

Hey, Mister Ganja Man
Where you goin' with that big, big smile
Would you mind for a moment
If we could talk here for a while


I knew a Dancing Marijuana Plant
he had such moves, don't you know
Now he's gone, not coming back
No-one knows where he did go

Hey, Mister Ganja Man
Where you goin' with that big, big smile
Would you mind for a moment
If we could talk here for a while

He asked if I know a Marijuana Plant

the tall one who danced real slow

I say, yes, have you really seen him

He said he was here but had to go

Hey, Mister Ganja Man
Where you goin' with that big, big smile
Would you mind for a moment
If we could talk here for a while

He said sometimes it's all here before you

One love brings the light to make it shine

We will drink the dawning light of this new morning

and have far more than any monarch's wine

Hey, Mister Ganja Man
Where you goin' with that big, big smile
Would you mind for a moment
If we could talk here for a while

Yah, yah, the beat gets all buggered as it goes along but it kind of evolves.  It's all about transformations and butterflies plus a whole lot of ganja.  That last bit is one tok over the line but that's ok.  It evolves.