tsk, I wrote a great long thesis of a thing about drugs n music and it didn't post up and so here is the abbreviated version:
As a kid in a small community there were two choices. Xann called it right on the first one, solvents. The biggest little gang on the island were in to their gloo. A tub of evostik and a plastic bag, or just a tin of lighter fuel. Even as a nipper I could see that wasn't a great life choice.
The other group did lager and paracetamol. Breaker parties as they were known locally.
Weed didn't really figure much in my social circles. I remember once being in the big city, stood in a record store. A guy schmoozed up next to me and asked if I wanted to buy some grass. I nonchalantly said no thanks and he moved off. I remember thinking at the time 'why the hell would I want to buy grass?'. Must have been a year later I worked out what it meant, but he'd gone by then.
As for smoking whilst listening to Floyd. No. That was what 'they' did. Those slightly older kids with their band names intricately traced in biro on their bags and coats. Rush, Floyd, Zeppelin all that, we would wander the school or the streets looking for these band names. We were an aggressive little band of hyena's, the island boys.
Anyway, Happy Christmas.
Today I have mostly been listening to Blondie.