Saturday, 23 April 2011
Top 5 Drugs and their Effects
Drug abuse is a very common problem in most countries so it seemed like a good topic for a list. This is a list of ten of the most abused drugs and the effects they have on people.
Heroin is an opiate processed directly from the extracts of the opium poppy. It was originally created to help cure people of addiction to morphine. Upon crossing the blood-brain barrier, which occurs soon after introduction of the drug into the bloodstream, heroin is converted into morphine, which mimics the action of endorphins, creating a sense of well-being; the characteristic euphoria has been described as an “orgasm” centered in the gut. One of the most common methods of heroin use is via intravenous injection.
For the last 4 months, my partner and I have been recreationally using heroin. H became our weekend ritual. Lighting candles, playing music, brie and wine and grapes, reading tarot and finally fucking… for hours on end, the most intense beautiful technicolor sex. Each time we did it we got closer to each other. And each time we did it, we wanted to do it again, and again. We tried saying we’d only do it once every two weeks, but that lasted 6 days. We have rules about how much we do in one night, how late we stay up and so on. So far the rules have kept us safe from addiction. Unless you consider the nagging i-don’t-wanna-go-a-weekend-or-have-sex-without-it feelings. We’ve never run out, although, once we were down to our last little bit and I left the vial open on the night stand. I was reaching for the lube when I heard the most sickening sound, the vial falling over. Turns out, I was mistaken, I had remembered to put the cap back on. But in those few seconds of uncertainty, my girl and I shot each other a look we had never seen before.. Fear.
2. Cocaine
Cocaine is a crystalline tropane alkaloid that is obtained from the leaves of the coca plant. It is both a stimulant of the central nervous system and an appetite suppressant, giving rise to what has been described as a euphoric sense of happiness and increased energy. It is most often used recreationally for this effect. Cocaine is a potent central nervous system stimulant. Its effects can last from 20 minutes to several hours, depending upon the dosage of cocaine taken, purity, and method of administration. The initial signs of stimulation are hyperactivity, restlessness, increased blood pressure, increased heart rate and euphoria. The euphoria is sometimes followed by feelings of discomfort and depression and a craving to experience the drug again. Sexual interest and pleasure can be amplified. Side effects can include twitching, paranoia, and impotence, which usually increases with frequent usage.
The cocaine arrived and we agreed to use it at a time that translated to three and a half hours after I arrived. It cost $60 for what I was told was an eighth of a gram. This seemed rather expensive, but I was assured that it was ‘high quality product.’ I took the line up my left nostril. After about ninety seconds, I felt my heartbeat increase. It was definitely kicking in. I began to worry a bit, as I could feel my heart pounding and my pulse increasing. I finally felt as if it had reached a plateau. My heartbeat became level, albeit still very high. Many people say that one feels euphoria – being invincible and/or the desire to clean the house. I did not feel either of these (and I did remember to think about these things). For me, the positive effects of cocaine came directly from knowing that I had reached a plateau and I was going to be fine. I felt invigorated, yet also very comfortable.
One of the best treatment for drug addiction is to consult with cocaine rehab centers for recovery.
3. Methamphetamine
Methamphetamime, popularly shortened to meth or ice, is a psychostimulant and sympathomimetic drug. Methamphetamine enters the brain and triggers a cascading release of norepinephrine, dopamine and serotonin. Since it stimulates the mesolimbic reward pathway, causing euphoria and excitement, it is prone to abuse and addiction. Users may become obsessed or perform repetitive tasks such as cleaning, hand-washing, or assembling and disassembling objects. Withdrawal is characterized by excessive sleeping, eating and depression-like symptoms, often accompanied by anxiety and drug-craving.
4. Crack CocaineWe first smoked meth on New Year’s Eve because we heard it was great for sex. I had to work the next day and so saved some to smoke before work in the morning. When I got home another g was waiting for me and I smoked every day but oneuntil I finally quit three months later. For three weeks we smoked meth with little consequence, then my skin became fragile and in addition to breaking out, started to swell. I was really worried because I was constantly thirsty and drinking water, but I rarely urinated. Then my kidneys started hurting. I had lost twenty pounds in two months and my husband had lost thirty, and we’d read somewhere that rapid weight loss can cause kidney failure. I slept every three or four days for an hour or so and woke feeling rested. I was an hour late for work everyday. My husband wrecked the truck three times. One day I forgot to feed my son. Everything was either the highest of highs or the lowest of lows, no in between existed anymore. We were banned from the sauna at our apartment complex because no one else could use it. Our sweat smelled so strongly of ammonia it burned the eyes, it was caustic, and it burned our skin too. My husband and I haven’t done any drugs at all for four weeks, and things are slowly going back to normal. But I still want it. I can’t sleep tonight because I want it. I wrote this in all honesty mostly to help myself, to remind myself why I don’t want it. And still I want it.
Crack cocaine, often nicknamed “crack”, is believed to have been created and made popular during the early 1980s . Because of the dangers for manufacturers of using ether to produce pure freebase cocaine, producers began to omit the step of removing the freebase precipitate from the ammonia mixture. Typically, filtration processes are also omitted. Baking soda is now most often used as a base rather than ammonia for reasons of lowered odor and toxicity; however, any weak base can be used to make crack cocaine. When commonly “cooked” the ratio is 1:1 to 2:3 parts cocaine/bicarbonate.
As I held the smoke in for a ten count and exhaled, I thought I felt nothing except a little excitement that was neither bad nor pleasurable. The complete rush some writers have called a ‘whole-body orgasm’ hit me shortly after and I distinctly remember demanding ‘more’ as soon as the realization of heaven-on-earth came. Some people say that the effects of smoking crack lasts 10-15 minutes. For me, it was just a shortest instant of gratification. Everything afterwards was just a great increase in energy and confidence geared towards obtaining more of the drug.5. LSD
About ten years ago I bought my third trip from a guy in my home town Norwich (UK) It was a ‘Strawberry’ and I was told it had been double dipped. The guy had a reputation for selling good acid so I happily gave him my cash. I took the single LSD tab in the late morning in a positive state of mind with no worries or anxieties. I began to come up on the acid towards the lunch time. It was to be the first and last time I’d ever trip alone. Outside it was a glorious sunny day but I was happy enough in my temporary sanctuary to even think about going outside. The LSD rush started blazing up my spine and racing through my guts, I felt a little uneasy with it but had enough mind to allow myself to just go with it and wait until the rush plateaued. I was having a wonderful time, watching floral Escher type patterns breathing over my skin. I vaguely recall deciding to go downstairs again for some reason then the next thing I recall was awakening on the floor of the dining room alone. The first thing I noticed was that there were blowflies buzzing around a bowl of catfood on the kitchen floor. I remember feeling perplexed as to why both flies had two bright neon after images in red and blue. Somehow I navigated myself through Norwich during the busy lunchtime shoppers and begun to head in the direction of the city’s central park ‘Chapelfield gardens’. If you could imagine for a moment being surrounded by people in a busy place where their heads had been removed and replaced by Squids and Octopus you might begin to accurately picture the scene confronting me in the park. Everyone had tentacles smothering their faces and dangling down their necks like fleshy snake beards, even the women and children were not exempt from this disfiguration. In retrospect, it was the worst day of my entire life, It was the closest I can imagine to having full blown psychosis.
Friday, 22 April 2011
Ultra 2011
You may have followed the gonzo tweeting from our roving US reporter, Drew 'Drewzilla' Millard, on the ground at Ultra Festival, Miami, for 2011’s huge three day event.
Here we unearth his in-depth critique, retrieved from the kind of swamped inbox you only get when attempting to do a week’s work from Ocean Drive…
Ultra Day One
Day One of the Ultra Music Festival 2011 is behind us. We laughed, we cried, we people watched, we tried and failed to blend in…
Perhaps in order to explain why my Ultra 2011 coverage is going the way that it’s going, I should properly introduce myself. My name is Drew Millard. I like pizza. I am an American. If I could have lunch with any three people, living or dead, they would be David Foster Wallace, Diplo and The Notorious B.I.G. I am from a town called Columbus, North Carolina, which is in America. Nobody in my town has ever heard of house music. I hadn’t heard a bleep or a bloop of it either, until I spent six weeks last summer interning for DJ Magazine in London, where I received a crash course in electronic music from Avicii to Zomby. Now, I can’t get enough of the stuff. I occasionally still write stories for DJmag and they were kind enough to let me go down to Miami to cover Ultra for them. I’ve got control of their Twitter account (@DJmag) and I’ve been tweeting up a storm for them. So far, it’s been an absolutely gonzo time…
My Ultra adventure began at lunchtime when a friend of mine mentioned that water was not to be allowed in the festival and that it would cost festival goers $5 per bottle. Being the civic-minded young fellow that I am, I took to DJmag’s Twitter to announce the news and inadvertently sparked a debate over whether or not providing water for Ultra attendees was a human rights issue. Verdict amongst my friends and I: it’s not, but charging $5 for twelve ounces of water can severely kill the good vibes at a festival.
Internet mini-controversy solved, it was time to make our way to the festival grounds. The thing about Ultra is that it’s held smack dab in the middle of Miami which means you have to drive to the grounds each day, affording you a beautiful tour of the city. Miami is somewhat of an amazing city. As an American, I feel like I have to explain it. It is not like the rest of our humble nation. Miami is sort of like what would happen if a bit of Ibiza broke off, drifted towards Florida and then coated in a healthy layer of grime. Parts of it are impossibly beautiful and everyone in those parts dresses like they are either the hero or the villain of one of those mid-eighties police shows where someone drives around in a convertible solving very glamorous crimes involving cocaine trafficking and/or the murders of the practitioners of said cocaine trafficking. And then there is the rest of Miami which sort of looks like it’s been spat out of an episode of ‘The Wire’ by way of Mordor, with a couple of palm trees scattered about. The cheese stands alone, it’s strictly business, Bodie you should watch out for errant coconuts, etc.
Ultra is sort of an alien land within this bizarro version of America - while South Beach is full of linen-clad glammazoids, if you hop a bridge you get to Bicentennial Park, which is full of sweaty, dirty dancers.
And make no mistake about it. This year, there were more sweaty, dirty dancers than ever before, with roughly 150,000 people in attendance. And upon my arrival to the grounds at around 5:45 PM Eastern Standard Time, it seemed like there were 10,000 of them in a line at the gates. It seems that this is the year that Ultra has blown up and become not just a big name on the dance music scene but the music scene in general.
As a rule, we Americans tend not to like music you can dance to, unless it is brought to us with someone giving very specific instructions to the listener (i.e. Soulja Boy’s ‘Crank Dat’, ‘The Electric Slide’, etc.). Which makes it so astounding that in this day and age dance music, which very rarely features lyrical instructions and often has hardly any lyrics at all, is becoming huge in America. And nothing is more emblematic of this than 50,000 kids crammed in a park dancing their asses off to Fedde Le Grand, which is the sight that hit me when I entered the festival grounds.
After Fedde quit the stage to let it smoulder for a few minutes, it was time for me to conduct the two interviews that I had scheduled for that day, including one with Skream and Benga. Except when I hit the media tent, I faced a desolate land, one with absolutely zero dubstep heroes to be found.
Following a few desperate phone calls (several to wrong numbers), I was informed that both of my interviews were actually scheduled for Saturday. This was all good and well, except that I had already scheduled something like five interviews for that Saturday, meaning by the time you read this I will have either mastered the art of splitting myself into two wholly functioning halves or I’ll have found some help.
After my schedule had made itself surprisingly clear, it was time to check out as many acts as I could. First up was a few minutes of Benny Benassi, who followed up Fedde with a surprisingly dub-heavy set. Though I sometimes find him questionable, I’ll be the first to admit that he knows how to work a crowd. That is, until he dropped James Blake’s ‘Limit To Your Love’, it’s thirty seconds of plaintive coos raising an army’s worth of eyebrows. But since this is Benny Benassi we’re talking about, the one moment of clarity soon turned into a maelstrom of sub-bass and the crowd was back in business.
The next act I caught was DJ Icey, who despite his age (Perhaps forty? It’s so hard to tell with DJs) was catering to the young’uns, blasting edits of Kid Cudi and other songs that I am probably too old to recognize. Either way, his bass was so loud that I swear to some indescribable deity that I could not feel my throat when I was in the front row.
I caught a particularly tooth-rattling set by Royksopp and then jetted over to see Avicii along with approximately ten million of my closest friends. They had him squeezed inside one of the smaller tents for some reason, which made the crowd bunch in and create a situation that was supremely uncomfortable. There was barely enough room to think, let alone dance, and so it was back to the main stage to check out Tinie Tempah, who had a whole twenty minutes to himself.
You have to hand it to him, though. To only have one song – ‘Pass Out’ – that Americans are familiar with, he still rocked the stage and managed to keep the crowd entertained through a string of non-hits and snatches of him rapping over other people’s songs.
Tinie was done in two blinks of an eye, with Pendulum immediately taking the stage afterward. I have a confession to make: I have no idea who in the world Pendulum are. They seem to be some sort of live band who make drum and bass, and also rock music. I looked them up on Wikipedia, and apparently they are from Australia. Weird.
After Pendulum went off, it was time for the big headliner, the man who to some makes the sun rise and set, Tiësto. I’m not a particularly big fan of trance, and I can’t say I have an opinion either way on Tiësto himself other than some reservations regarding the placement of that umlaut over the ‘e’ in his name. But to watch the way he took control of the crowd and had them completely enraptured was to witness something special. I can’t say I’ve been won over to the T-man, but at least now I sort of get what the fuss is all about.
Ultra Day Two
The official motto of Ultrafest should be, ‘Just go with it.’ With so much crazy shit going on each day, if you spent even a minute trying to comprehend it all your brain might start steaming. So if you have to pay $5 for a bottle of water, just go with it. Boys Noize gets replaced by bluegrass? Just go with it. If a stranger comes up to you, winks at you, hands you a lollipop and then leaves, just go with it. Well, probably don’t do that last one. Don’t take candy from strangers.
Ultra Day Two started out for me not with a bang, but a whimper. I awoke feeling as if Friday had drained the life out of me, which considering I danced for twelve hours straight and then stayed up wrangling a Felix Cartal interview outside of the Cameo nightclub on South Beach where lots of people were standing around waiting to go inside and do things that they would profusely deny the next day.
Speaking of profusely denying things the next day, was I the only one who kept seeing pairs of fraternity brothers kissing each other on the mouth? Just an observation. Moving on.
Thanks to the power of 5-Hour Energy Drinks, I managed to pull it together and drag myself to the festival grounds just in time to catch a set by Steve Aoki, who did his whole L.A. electro thing and had the crowd, mostly American university types, going absolutely bananas. When he dropped his edit of Kid Cudi’s ‘Pursuit of Happiness’ I thought someone was going to upend the stage with excitement. It wasn’t all sunshine and daisies, however, as Aoki was plagued by sound issues and his facial hair looked like it could have done with some trimming. Still, a solid set from a man with solid facial hair.
Following Aoki was an intimate set by Adrian Lux in the Heineken Tent, after which I had to begin my first of approximately nine million interviews that I had scheduled that day. I had a quick chat with Mowgli and then went back to the Heineken Tent where my friend Dylan had started chatting with Lux after his set and arranged a quick interview between the two of us. Lux and I talked about music some, but mainly we talked about chicken and living on desert islands. Great DJ, great guy to talk to. Then, I jetted to the Artist Check-In tent to talk to Mad Decent’s Blaqstarr about spirituality and M.I.A. His Mohawk is killer.
Since I had conducted three interviews in rapid succession, I decided to reward myself with a bit more music-watching at the Live Stage where I caught Skrillex doing his thing, playing songs with bass that goes ‘WOWOWOWOWOWOW’. All in all, his set was altogether populist, if a bit on the sloppy side and honestly I liked him better when he was in From First To Last. Still, at only 23 Skrillex has unlimited potential at this point and could very well be the one who successfully brings dubstep to the American mainstream.
My compatriots and I then headed to the Main Stage to watch Afrojack perform a stellar set to what would turn out to be an absolutely MASSIVE crowd. There was a skywriter writing things about Lady Gaga as well and we all started freaking out because we thought Dame Gags herself might make a special guest appearance, but it turned out to be a complete red herring.
After mounds of disappointment, I went to do some more interviews. I ended up talking with Oliver from Detroit Grand Pubahs for nearly half an hour. Our interview began with him insisting that he was a medium for a small paper cup and only got better from there. He then insisted that I interview his manager, who had some great things to say in terms of giving advice to children as well as dropping the bomb that Dr. Dre has a financial stake in Burning Man.
My interview hour finished, it was time to catch some more tunes. First up was Skream and Benga, who are truly a joy to watch live, egging each other on and whipping the crowd up into a complete frenzy. Then we caught about the first half of Rusko. I know that he can generate a bit of controversy but trust me – Rusko was exactly what this festival needed. The consummate entertainer, he kept the crowd moving, did his own MCing, and also danced like I have never seen another humanoid life form dance. Absolutely electrifying.
Since even watching Rusko was making us tired, we decided to cap off our night by watching Cut Copy rip up the live stage. It’s an odd thing, watching a band play after you’ve been conditioned to watching DJs for an entire weekend and a unique challenge from a band’s perspective. But the band performed valiantly, and had the crowd singing along and dancing like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately for those in the crowd, it turned out there was in fact a tomorrow…
Ultra Day Three
The final day of any music festival, especially a dance festival where you’re supposed to be moving for hours on end, is less about having fun and more about seeing if you can possibly make it to the end without losing it due to three days of sensory overload. You’re literally tired of having fun and yet you go have more fun anyway because you’ve already paid to be there so you might as well, y’know?
Anyway, my final day of Ultra 2011 got started late due to an emergency morning pool relaxation session with my fellow Ultra Warriors. However, we got to the festival grounds as quickly as possible, just in time to take in a killer set by Laidback Luke. There was a moment that rubbed me oddly, though – in the middle of some pulsing house, Luke dropped everything and put on an edit of Cee-Lo’s ‘Fuck You’. The crowd went ecstatic, but to be honest I was caught completely off-guard. Still, he touched upon everything and threw a couple classics in there so it was good enough for me.
After Laidback Luke came something of an oddity given the Ultra setting – a DJ set from none other than the mastermind of the Black Eyed Peas, Will.I.Am. Now, let me start by saying that Will.I.Am has had one of the craziest careers in the history of the music industry. He came up signed to Eazy-E’s label, got conscious and formed the Black Eyed Peas, added Fergie to the group and made them a commercial juggernaut, and now he and the rest of the Peas have gone completely off the commercial deep end. Still, Will.I.Am is capable of quality stuff – his production work for other artists can often be innovative and fresh and I’ve seen footage of him more than holding his own in a DJ battle with Cut Chemist that dates circa 2008. But when he took to the DJ booth dressed like a robot and talking through a vocoder, all of that evaporated from my mind and all I could do was stare in horror. The crowd didn’t seem to be too thrilled either, as the masses who had assembled to see Laidback Luke quickly dissipated and by the time Will.I.Am was doing his Black Eyed Peas songs, he had lost all but about one fourth of his crowd.
From there it was time to catch a second set from Steve Aoki at the Live Stage, one that was entirely more put together than his set from day two and much more sublimely ridiculous – Aoki used the stripped-down set-up of the Live Stage to interact with his audience, crowd-surfing, wading through the masses and even spraying them with champagne. It seems that 2011 was a very good festival indeed for Steve Aoki, as I found one of the most popular tracks of the weekend to be his edit of Kid Cudi’s ‘Pursuit of Happiness’, along with the Sub Focus remix of ‘Hold On’ by Rusko.
After Aoki had screamed his last scream, we went back to the main stage to see some of hometown hero Erick Morillo’s set, which featured live vocals from a New York house diva whose name is completely escaping me right now. Either way, it was sublime. Then we hit the Heineken Dome for some heavy, heavy dubstep courtesy of Zed’s Dead that featured mass skanking and even a bit of moshing.
From there, it was time to see Crystal Castles back at the Live Stage, which to be honest was a bit of a disappointment. Though the L.A. group is known for raucous live performances featuring the heroically drunken antics of lead singer Alice Glass, here she was subdued, her vocals tuned down in favor of pounding drums.
After Crystal Castles, it was the moment everyone – well, some people – had all been waiting for; Guetta. The crowd was anxious for his 8:45 set time. When the hour hit, there was house music pulsing from the speakers, but zero Frenchmen onstage behind the decks. Many audience members were already dancing, perhaps out of boredom, perhaps out of oblivion. It wasn’t until 9:00 that David Guetta finally descended upon the stage and proceeded to play lots of pop hits – not just his own – and bring out the American rapper Flo Rida as a special unannounced guest MC. The whole thing was very Miami, very pop pomp and spectacle, and people loved it.
And that, at the end of the day, is what the Ultra Music Festival is all about: having a good time.
I Want My MTV Ibiza
Plastikman, 2ManyDJs and Duran Duran head big island line-up!
Music television channel MTV has just announced that it’s hosting a series of spectacular events in Ibiza over the summer, with a program combining some top live acts and DJs.
For ten weeks over the summer months, MTV will take over Amnesia every Friday with ‘I Want My MTV Ibiza’, and the first live acts to be announced are 2ManyDJs live (July 22nd), Mark Ronson & The Business International (July 29th), Richie Hawtin presents Plastikman (August 5th) and ‘80s synth-poppers Duran Duran (August 12th), performing their first ever show on the island.
Richie Hawtin has been causing a sensation over the last year or so with his limited edition live Plastikman shows, based on his early techno moniker from the ‘90s.
More humungous live acts will be announced shortly, while Layo & Bushwacka! bring their Shake It concept to the MTV nights with a host of guest DJs joining them. The ‘Love Story’ producers will be installed as weekly residents, and DJs already confirmed to join them include Marco Carola, James Holden, Magda, Mark Ronson and Mar-T.
“Having played as guests at everywhere from We Love to Cocoon, DC10 to Subliminal, the opportunity to be residents and bring Shake It to Ibiza with MTV at Amnesia was such an easy choice and a natural step,” Layo & Bushwacka said. “The concept of live music and DJs in one room with the cutting-edge house and techno in the Shake It room makes this something very fresh for Ibiza. The island is all about embracing new concepts and sharing it with people from all over the world, and this night is the perfect reflection of that ethos.”
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