I learned to play the guitar in the late 60s, the days of marijuana, hippies, the Beatles, the Doors, the Rolling Stones, the birth of the counterculture. “Turn on, tune in, drop out,” said the LSD marinated Harvard Professor Timothy Leary, and many took his advice.
Particularly in rock musician’s circles, marijuana was common. Those that used it thought it made them soooo much more insightful and creative. In actuality it made them lazy, completely unreliable, and utterly destroyed their sense of meter and tempo. They couldn’t play in time to save their lives. I wasn’t impressed, nor were non-stoned audiences. For awhile, it become relatively difficult to find rock musicians that weren’t more interested in pot culture than music. It’s hard enough to perform music of any kind properly when you’re not trained, experienced, and utterly and completely focused on the music. when your brain is in a chemically induced fog that makes you clumsy, disoriented and stupid, well… Those weren’t exactly the good old days.