Drugs be fun. Drugs be bad. Somebody wake Nancy Reagan. Not to advocate smoking, snorting, injecting, ingesting or inserting illicit and illegal substances, but rock ‘n’ roll history tells us that few say no, and great music often benefits from stupid exorbitance.
The opposite is Ted Nugent, and we’ve all seen what becomes of that.
If you want epic excess, look no further than rockers. Sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll — and death — are the nexus of the genre. It’s spectacular and sucks at the same time. Without the dabbling, we’d be listening to ABBA. With drugs, we have some sensational sounds. And because of them, we’ve lost some of the best.
But some defied chemistry, perhaps even benefitted from it. I know what you’re thinking. Keef! Not only did the Rolling Stones’ Keith Richards make it through his decades-long impairment, he’s proud of it. He revels in it even if he can’t recall much of it. He’s even called it part of his “Protestant work ethic.” And no, he hasn’t given up. He still drinks his booze and smokes his weed, but he’s left the harder stuff. In an issue of Men’s Journal last year, Richards said he only quit his coke/smack/everythingelse habit because of the law and occasional falls from palm trees.
“I was very interested in what I could take and what I could do,” he said. “I looked upon the body as a laboratory – I used to throw in this chemical and then that one to see what would happen; I was intrigued by that. What one would work against another; I’ve got a bit of an alchemist in me that way. But all experiments must come to an end.”
We can only hope the same for the Nuge.