Too Much DMT

Since no one wants to talk about the Canucks, until they give their fans at least a dash of Stanley Cup hope and dreams, the subject turned to music as we drank our Friday afternoon pints in the pub this afternoon. The white guys at the sawmill who I drink with after work fall into four camps when it comes to music. There are the old rockers, the new rockers, the country fuckers and the smallest camp of all is me.

"You say the Stooges, Stompin' Tom, DOA and Anne Murray are the fucking greatest every time the subject of music comes up Beer. I say you must have taken too much DMT back in the '70s," is how Rollie put it today. Being eclectic does not get you far with the sawmill crowd.

"The last rock show I saw was KISS," said Lee as he leered at our waitress' caboose on its way back to the bar for another tray. "Me and the old lady see KISS every time they hit town. That's the only non-negotiable in our relationship - when KISS comes we go. Make up and all.

"Last time Tom Thayer filled in for Ace. Ace is like Beer - too much DMT in the '70s. Thayer was better than Ace. KISS are one band that keeps getting better with time."

The country fuckers wanted to say something like, "KISS is horseshit!" but there would have been trouble and we are all trying harder than ever to act like brothers because our contract has not been settled yet. As a matter of fact, we are geared up for a strike like never before and we are always geared up for a strike.

I spoke up. "I think everybody at this table who is any where near fifty years old took way too much DMT back in the '70s. And all that chemical fun fucked up our genes. How else can you explain our children walking around listening to Kenny Chesney, Garth Brooks and shit like that?"