Maybe you like a li’l pot to augment your ipod playlist at the day’s end.
Just to, ya know, anesthetize the pain of being boring.
Or augment your god like existence.
And you know who else who loves those two things?
Rich people, apparently. That’s right. High society is now giving itself a new name with events like Classically Cannibis (basically a sativa string party) that Colorado Symphony Orchestra is holding all summer. As the classical music they play slowly loses popularity, they’ve opted to bridge the aperture… herbally. Friday was the first event that was held of this sort – and since you can’t puff-puff-give publically, they made it a private event. What’s more, there wasn’t even any “give”. More like “puff, puff, bogart”, as the understanding was “bring your own weed.” Eyeroll. #doingitwrong
Hey, maybe this bridge gap is a good idea after all.
Because for upper crust folk, they sure don’t know the etiquette. But it’s not their fault – most inherently rich people are taught that they have to hoard everything in order to keep the impoverished below their toes forever. So maybe these whippersnapper hippies can teach ‘em a thing or two about sharing.
In what sounded like an already stoned statement, executive V.P of CSO, Evan Lasky said: “Look around, this is not stoner town.” After that (Seuss-like moment that definitely sounded a lot cooler in his head and was probably was followed by a long pause), he added, “We have to build new audiences because the old people are dying off. We have to fight this perception of elitism.” #classy
Yeah, man! Fight the power! Out with the dead! In with the new!
Wait… if you’re not “elite”, then which “stoners” are you talking about “not being” among? Can you visibly identify them with a single judgmental gander? When I used to drink, I said I was a drinker. I wrote it on medical forms ‘n everything. So, if you’re getting stoned – guess what? You’re a stoner. Keep holding events like these and y’all can collectively advance to “pothead”, my very elite dude. And you know what? That’s alright.
Let’s just not try to fool anyone with paradoxical ego vomit.
Now that weed’s legal in places like Colorado, “people of means” (that better than “elite”?) convene to get baked with Bach bumpin’ in the background. Aside from the possible self-conscious feeling about doing it in public (because I guess it’s still such a new paradigm shift), it’s like it’s in the beta stages of becoming a smoky Sauvignon sipping shoe-in.
But what about the poor musicians? I imagine that scene from Eyes Wide Shut, where the piano player’s blindfolded as they orgy about. Except in this one, he catches a contact buzz and starts playing Pink Floyd. The trombone guy offered this much: “We love playing chamber music wherever. It is what it is. We’re just going to play the pieces we know and hopefully people will appreciate it.”
Hah! I totally imagine him saying that in the same doubtful sing-song voice my mom uses when she knows I’m about to blow up my life into smithereens. I just hope they had more than a mere pâté platter prepared for these hazy headed socialites….
You know, I like this whole social strata cannabis connection. And it’s great that music’s a part of that. I guess I just never thought I’d see the day where two news anchors were laughing live on air about getting high – much less watching footage of old biddies toking away in their pearls and pumps.
But that’s def what I woke up to this morning. And it was almost as brilliant as seeing bearded men in ballgowns. While weed’s not my thing, I’m all for it on a larger level.
Whatever natural shiz can chill people the eff out enough to connect, we need.