Have you ever fancied being inside a rocket? I know I don’t. Then again, what if it’s not an actual rocket, but a weed strain that shoots you straight out into the cosmos? Well, I guess that changes everything. Take the weed strain from this Skyrocket review for example. I can safely say: feel free to climb on board.
Now, of course, there are substances that trigger an instant lift-off out of your body. As this is a cannabis blog, I will spare you the details of other psychoactive substances. Still, anyone familiar with the effects of a canister of laughing gas or a sniff of ketamine will see what I mean by the rocket metaphor.
Right now, I am smoking the strain dubbed Skyrocket, and I understand how it got that name. The effect rises up behind the eyes, and then softly explodes inside your head. Let the adventure begin…
Happiness and relaxation wash over me. Oh my, life can be such a glorious affair… It’s easy to forget this when you’re stuck in the rut of everyday life. I feel myself becoming active instead of sedated. Ideas and insights just come bubbling up spontaneously. If I were a musician, I’d grab my instrument and play the best piece of music you ever heard. Sadly, though, I never made it past a pair of rumba shakers. I guess I’ll just listen to super space guitar player Steve Hillages instead.
Launched Into The Music By The Skyrocket Review
This Skyrocket weed is launching me straight into the music. I can just lose myself in it and become one with Hillages’ solos. Lots of hash and weed are being used in the Jazz and Pop music scenes. Louis Armstrong used to love it. As Mezz Mezrow, a white Jazz singer from the nineteen thirties, once wrote: ‘Marijuana gives the music more energy, while leaving its coolness and authenticity intact”.
A New Orleans politician warned back in 1910 that: ”Just how bad marijuana is becomes apparent from the fact that black people who use it imagine they’re just as good as white people”. People were also concerned that black musicians could make such devilish voodoo music that even decent white ladies might start to sway along on the rhythm. A fine example of the ‘reefer madness’ that caught a hold on conservative white westerners back in those days.
The Sky Is High
If you would like to hear more of this great music style, listen to the album “The sky is high, Reefer songs from the ‘30s and ‘40s”, published by Transmitter. It could be a great soundtrack to your own Skyrocket review. On a different note, the Greek rebetika singer Robert Takis put his love for cannabis to words like this in 1935:
“When I die, lay me down, alone in a corner.
Plant two weed plants for me,
That I may lie in their shade.
Then, if friends visit my grave,
They can get high there.”