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30 Years of Heavy Recovery: Prologue, Part 2: The Last Binge
All I know for sure is that the alcohol no longer worked, which is a horrifying thing for any addict.
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30 Years of Heavy Recovery: Prologue, 1992. Helmet, Faith No More and passing out at really good concerts
As I keep mentioning, music has been the one consistent, reliable ‘tool’ for me in recovery. I think it had at least something to do with following through with the decision to quit. I keep thinking about what it was, musically, that gave me a push to change things up, and I keep coming […]
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Making Addiction Treatment More Realistic and Pragmatic: The Perfect Should Not be the Enemy of the Good
An essay from Dr. Nora Volkow
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30 Years of Heavy Recovery
30 years of continuous abstinence. Huh…. Back then, I couldn’t wrap my head around that amount of clean time. And it’s a good thing, ‘cause had I known then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been able to make it. I believe that with absolute certainty. Recovery and treatment can tend to protect newcomers […]
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Besvarjelsen: Atlas
When I first discovered Besvarjelsen on a Doomed and Stoned compilation, Doomed and Stoned in Sweden, I was hooked. Alone remains one of my favorite songs of all-time, and pretty much hit that ever-changing list immediately. Along with Messa’s She Knows/Tulsi, it remains on heavy-rotation four years later. But my reaction to the album, Vallmo, […]
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Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard- The Harvest
I’ve always liked Mammoth Weed Wizard Bastard. I’ve always respected them, listened to them, and added them to a few playlists. But I could never get past the silly name. No matter how ‘thru the veil’ Jessica’s singing sounded, how it gave me a rush and a tingle, they just didn’t win me over the […]
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Ufomammut – Fenice
Not my post, but I love this guys writing. I hope you do, too! With all the many different forms of psychedelia that have cropped up over the decades, it has to be its heavier forms that have got to be some of … Ufomammut – Fenice
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newbie and relationship…
So, I have this girlfriend. Which seems like a trite way to put it, doesn’t really describe the relationship we’re developing. Not only is she open to Stoner/Doom/Heavy Psych and all the underground stuff I dig, but she’s started her own blog. That’s just how she rolls: it’s not so much that I’m interested in […]
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First Newbie Doomer Post
So, while I’m slacking off and moving to another city, my girlfriend has decided to up and start her own blog! Check it out… Doom music gets a bad reputation. I included have judged them in the past to be headbanging Neanderthals who scream lyrics and just rock out to the … First Newbie Doomer […]
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Metal Gatekeepers: a rant
Metal review sites have the ability to damage metal as a whole, but sometimes seem bent on taking lazy potshots and bands and genres to score points.
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The humanity of metal at the Warfield
30 years ago, before I entered recovery on a long-term basis, I saw Swervedriver, MonsterMagnet and Soundgarden at the Warfield in San Francisco. It was my first time seeing any of these bands, and I’d see Soundgarden a few more times. Rock was seriously changing back then, with the so-called ‘Grunge’ scene which was pitched […]
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It Can’t Happen Here…
The Mothers of Invention: Freak Out!. One of THE greatest, most game-changing albums of all time. Give it a listen some time. I’m not gonna tell you why, or admonish you for not giving it the effort. I’m just putting it out there, man, so you can make your own decision, come up with your […]
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Roe Vs. Wade: brief thoughts
My newbie-doomer, who has a pretty cool job, told me one of her employees needed to take the afternoon off and cry. I said, “That won’t help. Now’s not the time to hide in a safe room.” Newbies reaction, real and deep, told me that it’s time for me to STFU. Just for now. See, […]
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the ascension of kate bush
In 1985 I joined the Navy. While stationed in San Diego for Basic Electricity and Electronics School (BEE), I met quite a few people who turned me onto music I’d never dreamed of. One dude who did so was named Rob. I didn’t know him long: he attempted suicide one night and I never saw […]
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Recovering: One fuzzed-out riff at a time 