Club 600

jimmer6577

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Doobiebrother I like the scooter. My first ever ride was a 1988 250 honda elite scooter when I was 15. In Fl. you could get a motorcycle permit for them at 15 so my mom got it for me for work,football practice,and school. I loved it. The thing went like 90. Have a blast.

A buddy dropped of a couple of clones to me last night. I mentioned a locally famous strain silverberry before. My friend has what is beleived the last mother since the creator died 2 years ago and as far as I know kept the mom and dad a secret. There is 5, 4 for us to split outside(he can only grow inside safely)and 1 for me as a mom if I want. Maybe as it grows you guys can help figure it out because it's my GF'S favorite.001.jpg
 

jigfresh

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Ahhhhh..... this the 600 i love. Except for the PM all is looking good with all the buds. Ill see what dates i can swing for hempcon... would be nice to hangout.

HAd to laugh. Looked up a zx 14r. I know you mentioned the 10r.... anyways. The 14r has the same sized engine as my 4 door car. Thats some bike.
 

Don Gin and Ton

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sweet. my diddley bow parts should b arriving this week hopefully. next week noise complaints!! if and when i'm any good i'll record a vid for the 6
 

Don Gin and Ton

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the crazy needle plucking thing puts me off, i know a lady who can play it. fascinates me. i can play the arse flute and the spoons badly...
 

curious old fart

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A little news about Country Music and weed





Hashville Skyline

How did weed and country music get so cozy?

By Rachael Maddux|Posted Wednesday, May 15, 2013, at 8:30 AM




[video=youtube_share;OkvjhWirED8]http://youtu.be/OkvjhWirED8[/video]

You can listen to a playlist of the songs mentioned in this article here.

If you hear a song called “Hush Hush” on country radio this spring, you might not catch every word, but you’ll likely get the drift. As the lead single from Annie Up, the new record from Nashville supergirlgroup Pistol Annies, the track orbits a jaw-clenched family Christmas dinner where everyone’s trying to pretend like they don’t know the brother just got out of rehab for alcoholism—“the sugar-coated pretty little secret eating everybody alive.” The Annies—Miranda Lambert, Ashley Monroe, and Angaleena Presley—trade off vocals, all singing as a had-it-up-to-here sister, but it’s on Monroe’s verse that stuff gets real:


So I snuck out behind the red barn
And I took myself a toke
Since everybody here hates everybody here
Hell, I might as well be the joke
I'm gonna dance up on the table
Singing "This Little Light of Mine"


In part because of the drug reference, “Hush Hush” may not be a huge radio hit, but it’s in good—and growing—company. Over the past decade, there’s been a spike in the number of country songs mentioning weed—not admonishments or rehab laments, but casual, positive references. Tally up the tracks and the artists include the Zac Brown Band, Kenny Chesney, Eric Church, Dierks Bentley, Jamey Johnson—names recognizable even if you only follow country from afar. In January, Darius Rucker, late of Hootie & the Blowfish, released a cover of boozy string band Old Crow Medicine Show’s “Wagon Wheel” with the line about “a nice long toke” intact; the single, helped by a video featuring the erstwhile Pentecostal cast-members of A&E’s Duck Dynasty, currently sits at No. 2 on Billboard’s Hot Country Songs chart.

But it’s not just big acts with cred to burn dropping the reefer references. So far, 2013 has seen three releases by still-rising stars that make mention of marijuana. If you were startled by the brazen weed-smoking on “Hush Hush,” then you probably haven’t heard Like a Rose, the second album by the Pistol Annies’ Ashley Monroe. It’s one of those records where every song feels like the best song until the next one comes on, but even then a track called “Weed Instead of Roses” can’t help but stand out. Over a springy electric guitar, Monroe-as-bored-housewife stages an intervention for her stagnant sex life: “Give me weed instead of roses/ Bring me whiskey instead of wine/ Every puff, every shot, you're looking better all the time.” Here, pot is as safely risqué as the leather and lace underwear she dons and the sexy Polaroids she urges her fella to snap. Accessible, too: “Go call your no-good brother/ We both know what he’s been growing,” she sings, her begrudging eye roll audible through the speakers.

Then there’s Kacey Musgraves, whose Same Trailer, Different Park, came out in March. Musgraves has quickly become a darling among those usually scared off by country music’s presumed prudishness, helped by a New York Times Magazine profile that centered around the iffy radio-readiness of her song “Follow Your Arrow”: “When the straight and narrow gets a little too straight/ Roll up a joint, or don't/ Just follow your arrow wherever it points.” Weed makes a more muted appearance on the small-town lament “Merry Go Round”; the couplet “Mama’s hooked on Mary Kay/ Brother’s hooked on Mary Jane,” bolsters the gut-punch of “we’re so bored until we’re buried” that comes a few bars later. But mostly, for Musgraves, weed seems to symbolize a certain kind of to-thine-ownself-be-truthiness. There are live videos from a few years back of her performing an early, shaky tune that’s nonetheless saved by its refrain: “I’m not good at being careful, I just say what’s on my mind/ My idea of heaven is to burn one with John Prine.”

Whether a distant observer or a dedicated country fan, you may be wondering how we got to this point. For all the permutations that have spun out of “country music” over the years, a few core elements remain, especially for the major-label-backed, airplay-oriented stuff: an emphasis on storytelling that orbits around family, domestic and romantic relationships, and typically more conservative and traditional cultural and political values. Though the actual demographics of country music’s audience reflect a more diverse reality, its narrative universe is primarily rural and implicitly Southern, and its lyrics are assumed to reflect some amount of down-home realness. A certain BBQ-sauce-smeared lens of “authenticity” prevails even when the folks singing about double-wides live in Bellemeade mansions. So when casual, positive mentions of a Schedule I controlled substance more associated with the less wholesome worlds of rock and hip-hop start making their way into country’s conservative idyll, it’s worth stepping back to reassess what we know about the “real life” being reflected here.

Musgraves’ hero John Prine offered a prototype of the weed-friendly country (or country-inflected) song in 1971 with the still very great (and legislatively relevant) “Illegal Smile.” But to look at how mainstream country’s relationship with weed has evolved over the years, a better starting point is Merle Haggard’s “Okie From Muskogee,” released in 1969: “We don’t smoke marijuana in Muskogee/ … We like livin’ right and bein’ free.” That also happens to be the first year the Pew Research Center began tracking American popular opinion on marijuana legalization, so we know that, as Haggard scoffed (or pretended to scoff) at spliff-passing hippies, the public agreed, with nationwide support of marijuana lingering around 12 percent. And over the next five decades weed’s treatment in country music has mirrored public opinion. When one spikes, or sinks, so does the other.

The trend really began to develop in the late 1970s. As Charlie Daniels, Hank Williams Jr., Waylon Jennings, and Willie Nelson codified pot-smoking as the province of outlaw rebels, support for legalization was up slightly—around 24 percent. In the 1980s and ’90s, mainstream country shifted more toward the big-haired, big-hatted mama’s boys and girls; a few lines in Garth Brooks’ “Friends in Low Places” could go either way, but mostly even the rebels stuck to beer and whiskey. Meanwhile, support for marijuana legalization fell off again, sinking to a low of 17 percent but mostly hovering in the low 20s.

As we reached the turn of the millennium, support for legalization began to creep upward once more. Around 2004 or so, it began a steep rise and has continued to increase every year since. And it’s been in the wake of that spike that weed references in country music have become especially prevalent. In 2005, on “French Kissing Life,” Kenny Chesney sang about “floating 'round through Gorda Sound/ with a cooler and a bong.” Then there was Zac Brown Band’s “Toes,” in 2008: “Gonna lay in the hot sun and roll a big fat one.” And, in 2009, Eric Church’s “Smoke a Little Smoke”: “Dig deep down, find my stash/ light it up, memory crash.” You could get a contact high just looking at a Jamey Johnson album. Even Toby Keith, on his infamous Bush-era yawp Shock and Y’all, sang a bonus track called “Weed with Willie.” (The recent-octogenarian Nelson, as much as he embodies the strange marriage of country music and pot, has written surprisingly few songs concerning his trademark relaxant.)

And then came 2013, with its onslaught of joint-rolling female artists, their lungs full of smoke and their delicately-manicured middle fingers raised high. Fittingly, according to that same Pew study, this spring the American public’s support for the legalization of marijuana hit an all-time high of 52 percent—the first time pro-legalization has held the majority stance.

Trying to force an explanation of this increasingly cozy relationship among weed, country music, and public opinion treads in hazy territory, I know. But at the risk of sounding like I just burned one myself, I’ve gotta say: Man, this can’t be, like, a coincidence. Maybe beer and whiskey have lost their buzzy luster and country needs a new flag of authenticity, something else to drop into a song every once in a while to signal understanding of the folks back home and the way they kick back; maybe these stars and their co-writers are keeping tabs on Pew studies, mining the data for verisimilitude. Or maybe, like the fed-up narrator of “Hush Hush,” it has just become too exhausting—for country music and for America itself—to maintain the charade of sanctimony at the big dinner table of public life, to keep tamping down the truth that everyone knows everyone else knows but doesn’t want to let on that they know they know.

Like sex toys and compromising snapshots, weed is a little secret pretty much everybody’s got stashed in a drawer somewhere, literally or figuratively, but that you might think twice about pulling out in front of guests. (Depends on the guests.) But the Hag doesn’t have a monopoly on livin’ right and bein’ free. So cancel that Teleflora order, follow your arrow back behind the red barn and let that little light shine. You may be on the wrong side of the law—for now, at least—but the company’ll be awful nice, and they’ll probably be down for ribs later

:peace:
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method2mymadness

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Sweet new toy doobie!

so i got my first bout of powdery mildew. chopped it in my garage out the way to avoid spreading spores. wasn't exactly a yielder but still.

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i didn't check in the tent for 2 days, this shits like wildfire i tell ya.

what's left :(

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doesn't exactly smell great. maybe i got a bad bean, there were a couple of yellow flowers under the main buds too.

onwards and upwards though! rest look ok so far, spraying with fertilome and got a fan oscillating along with the dehumidifier. fingers crossed

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Grab actinovate and water with it it.works great actually awsome its one item I wnt grow without havnt had pm or mold.since I started using it.
 
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