This is awesome! keep them coming ,you are phenomenal!
OK here's my funny drug story. Back in the 80's I was living in Hoboken NJ, right outside NYC. We started going over to NYC and hanging out in the village, and buying acid from some guy that hung out in the park. One day, we went over to NYC bought our acid and came back. Pretty much everything past that point is a blur and I have zero recollection of what took place, other than the fact that I woke up the next morning in my bed surrounded by shopping bags from Bleeker Bobs, Tower and Second Coming Records. Inside the bags was the entire Rush catalog on vinyl. The. Entire. Catalog.
Hey man, you are listened all the way down to Mexico and I really enjoy your stories about the less known parts of the art-world 'cause at some point we common people think is all glamour and fame. If someday you try a special 2-3 hour feature, well it may work, I'd like it. And about mushrooms, I only tried them about 3 times, but it was very relaxing, dunno if it comes to the specific species but most of all it felt like growing roots into the ground, and something I can only explain it as when you are away from home for a long time and then go back and feel comfortable, warm and safe, also the blury vision and very vivid colors of things :)
You may be glad that I follow your advice and didn't throw up on anyone ;) Good luck and keep sculpting those amazing creatures !!
Really enjoy listening to these, Jordu. Keep them coming!
First of all, don't you dare stop making these blogs. They're hilarious, sometimes offensive, but all in all just endearing, really. I listen when I'm creating silly artwork. I didn't throw up on anyone, but you did make me spew out a mouthful of water during your Vancouver Frenchman, "Sculpeyyyy" tirade. The world is full of Gails of both genders, sadly. I've had a couple of lightbulb moments when you realize you're only there to fill seats, and the play isn't about you at all. I've never done drugs, and yes, I'm over 40. ( I can hear you exclaiming expletives in my mind) In my twenties, I had a little trouble with alcohol...Okay, a lot of trouble. I was filmed, while drunk at a party, standing at the kitchen sink, running the cold water, and just staring at it, blankly. Every few seconds, I'd touch it, and watch as it trickled through my hands. The rest of the evening was followed by the inevitable offering to the porcelain thrown, the result of which left lovely red blood freckles around my eyes. So attractive. Oddly enough, my vanity kept me from being drunk after that. Guys don't like bloody freckles, who knew?
Thank you for the laughs, snorts, chuckles, and head shaking, sometimes followed by shrugs of disbelief.
Hey Jordu, I do really love you audio blogs. I been listening since the first and read previous. I like all the tips, tricks and stories behind the making of mask and monsters etc. All the other stories are great to hear too. Keeps it fresh and funny. Thanks and hope we meet again.
Your blogs are genius and they get me through tedious jobs ( like repairing and repainting a sideshow 1/4 batman cape)
I just hit play and next thing you know I'm almost done. Keep on keepin on.
I have done acid several times, though I only tried shroom tea once. It didn't make me trip, it just made me puke. (Not on anyone) Anyhow, one time my friend Matt and I were hanging out at my house and we took 2 hits of blotter each. About 20 minutes after we dosed, a couple of my other friends, Wayne & Amanda showed up and smoked a joint with us. Shortly after, Matt and I began laughing.. a lot. Much more than just "I'm high" laughter. My other friends immediately knew something was up, as they were looking at us like "What's the deal with you guys?" So we informed them that we had just dropped acid before they arrived, and it was now KICKING IN in a major way. They wanted to trip, too.. so after another call to "the guy". we were off and running. It was my 21st birthday, and we all decided we wanted to go to Blockbuster and rent Pink Floyd The Wall and The Doors to watch that night. When we arrived at the video store, Amanda and I went inside. We were pretty out of our skulls by this point, and we spent a great deal of time staring at a holographic image on the front of a VHS box. After that had run its' course, we began our search for the movies. Amanda asked "What were we supposed to get?" To which I replied "The Wall and The Doors". She must've asked me at least 3 times and each time I told her, she placed her hand flat against the wall and said "The wall.." and then put her hand on a door marked Employees Only and said "The door.." after a while, I began to notice the employees up front laughing. I was probably just being paranoid, but it sure felt like they were laughing at us. We must have been in there a while, and there were moments of time that I could not account for, and eventually an irritated Matt came inside and found the movies we were looking for in about 30 seconds. I'm not sure why he was functioning so well, but he handed me the movies and headed out the door with Amanda following behind. Just then I realized I'd been left there alone to deal with the clerk. I walked slowly up to the counter, which seemed 20 miles away, and put the tapes down. The clerk looked at me and said something that sounded like a distorted version of Charlie Browns' teacher. I went into my wallet and handed him all the cash in there and my membership card and said "Just take what you need." -At least, that's what I think I said. Somehow I managed to complete the transaction.. he could've taken all my money and gave me back 50 cents, and I wouldn't have known any different. I made it back to the car and told my friends what assholes they were for leaving me in there by myself in that condition. We made it back to my house, though none of us had any business driving. and when we got out of the car, I was having trouble judging the distance between objects so I lifted my foot up about 3 feet to step on the porch steps, and then I saw the little green goblin creature from Stephen King's Cat's Eye run behind my garbage can. I looked to my friends and said "Did you guys see that?" and they said "Yeah, the little green goblin dude with a tiny knife in his hand.." It was quite a night. By the way, Whenever you see something move and leave a visual trail behind it.. we always called them tracers. It's the tracer effect.
Love these blogs man, always a pleasure to listen to while I'm working/painting. I look forward to them every week.. I agree with Saj, I'd be more than happy with some longer ones! Keep up the awesome work!!
I enjoyed your drug story, and would love to hear how drugs effected your art. Also, "rotting mummy feet" has been making me laugh for about 10 minutes, and I'm still chuckling at it.
I'm about to click the RSS feed, to subscribe, by the way. I look forward to hearing your stories every week.
Love the audio blog. I went back and listened to some of the N.E.R.D.cast's that I had missed, but realized after some time that I really like to hear just Jordu without dissenting opinions (though I really enjoy their comments and contradictory stances). Why? You nailed it on the head a few blogs ago, you just let it all out so we don't have to. I can live vicariously through your venting. On days like today when I have to respond to the 20th miniscule change on a freelance job and I want to tear my face off, I can turn on this blog, do some deep breathing, and know I am not alone.
And all your skills in acting and singing are also getting a forum which was an unexpected bonus when I started listening. Like today, had to restart that blog twice because that tune was so good. The blog is funny, informative and even cathartic to listen to.
Thanks for sharing, looking forward to more.
Here are my favorite recurring elements of the blog:
•Character impressions and acting
•Food and travel tips
•Movies to check out
•Artists to check out
•and of course, the freelance horseshit stories!
Great audioblog. Best part of Mondays, when I come back from office and sculpt little things while listening to your stories. Please keep posting them. Wish I could have your skills. Will keep working on them, sadly part time for now. Greetings from Ireland.
Just to say great blogs always make me laugh! Keep them up, Take it easy and take care.
YOU were the one who first introduced me to the green Mary Jane monster. As with you, the first time I didn't feel a thing, but OH HOLY HORSESHIT IS THAT GODZILLA IN CHARLIE'S BATHTUB did I the second time.
Unlike you, however, I *have* tried LSD. A few times, actually. Seems that I have a real fear of knives when I'm tripping, and coming down is terrifying, because every time I become afraid that if I close my eyes, I'll stop breathing. Yeah, I don't sleep.
God. Never again.
So -- talk about being an addict some more. I'm interested to hear what that's about.
'Please tell me if you like this blog' - Jordu, I love this blog! It's a real highlight to my week so thank you for going through all the effort to entertain us.
Funny drug story - like yourself I've dabbled with pot but no longer touch it. At university me and a couple of friends got hold of some grass which must have been a bit dodgy. We all smoked a bit at uni but were all generally a bit wet behind the ears when it came to drugs and pot. We smoked this poorly rolled joint and were all instantly stoned. I was with my two pals Tom and Jon, Tom didn't say another word and remained on the sofa pretty much asleep, but me and Jon weren't in a good way. I immediately felt sick and so I got up to walk to the toilet but my legs didn't want to respond. I finally clawed my way out of the seat and slowly made my way across the sitting room, my knees shaking and buckling and my centre of gravity all over the show. Jon found watching me hilarious but as I finally got to the toilet door under the stairs he rushed out of his seat toward me - "Charlie I'm going to bed because that joint has done me too! Yell for me if you need me.." As I knelt beside the toilet to throw up (don't tell your emetophobic friend) my phone popped out of my pocket and fell to the floor, bouncing away toward the door. I stuck my head in the toilet and was violently sick a number of times. Meanwhile I could hear Jon rush up the stairs, crash into the bathroom and make the most intense throw up noise I have ever heard which vibrated and reverberated around the shitty under stairs toilet I was in. Even in the terrible state I was in - I still managed to laugh at that. Bad pot for sure though, this wasn't good. After being sick a few more times having kept my neck rested on the rim of the toilet seat the whole time - I decided I would try getting up and shaking it off. Unfortunately when trying to move, it felt as though all my body weight had shifted into my brain and so my chin was firmly wedged inside the rim of the bog. A fear rushed over me and I attempted to shout for Jon, as all I could remember was him saying "call for me if you need me". Well the feeling of gravity was so strong in my head that it was literally crushing my throat on the rim of the toilet and I could barely whisper let alone shout up to Jon - who was likely in the same condition as me anyway, and it would probably take one hell of a noise to wake up Tom who was spark out of the sofa in cookoo land. All I needed was somebody to yank my head out of the toilet and then I could at least curl up in a ball and endure the rest of what this horrible joint had done to us in more comfort. I thought I could reach into my pocket for my phone to call Jon - I couldn't talk but he'd probably get the message to come down if he had a phone ring (if he was in a more stable condition than me anyway). However my phone having fell out of my pocket as I fell to be sick - I couldn't reach it - it was literally something like 5cm away from my furthest reach after straining my arm to the fullest extent with my chin forced against the lip of the toilet. Like you, I had the overwhelming feeling that I would stay this way forever, and what made it even worse was that my head was in a grotty toilet! There really is no punchline but to say that I had to wait until I was sober enough to remove myself from the toilet which felt like a loooong time I can tell ya! One the scariest at the time experiences I've had yet a real funny thing to look back on.
Keep the hilarious stories coming man, this thing makes my week!
Would you hire me for something? (kidding)((sorta))
Might you have anything to say about finding work as an artist in general?
Or how you decided what kind of work you pursued when you were starting out? What was successful, what wasn't. Age as a factor etc.
I haven't listened to every blog just yet so if you've covered this already just ignore me.
Thanks for these. Love the sense humor and the client nightmare stories.
As usual, love the blog. Apparently your listeners have dropped a lot of acid...
Hi Jordu, excellent podcast as usual. Very interesting hearing your drug adventures, and your call for our experiences ..funny [hopefully].
I hadn't much experience with these substances..going to the local pub ...and drinking rum n cokes was about as adventurous as I got.
Cut to: Amsterdam staying with friends with my wife..we'd sort of been unofficially babysitting for them ,and wanting some time to ourselves when into town....visited a coffee shop and nervously purchased some 'cake' !! . We returned all excited and my wife said shed put the cake away..I went up to wash, came down and our friends had laid out tea, famished I tucked in to the goods on the table. My wife comes in and says " you've eaten half the cake ! "
I say yes sorry was hungry didn't want an empty stomach before trying The cake.It turns out that was The cake, my wife hadn't put it away..it had been served up..I'd had half. well nothing happened didn't affect me at all, my wife ate the rest and eventually off to bed we go.
midnight a mouse scratching in next-doors house wakes me..and owls hoot!...I open my eyes the bloody world is spinning .I'm on a roundabout from Hell...I tell my wife " I'm high I think I'm high..what shall I do ?...expecting concern..I get her giggles..laughter as she tells me ( whilst I'm spinning 1000rpm ) that she was high for a bit but now its over..reaching out out to touch her...instead of her face I find feet totally a mind F@#$% ....shes turned round and is lying opposite to me !...not sure why but she is, anyway she holds my sad little hand..and finally I drift , shattered back to sleep. Never to touch that stuff again.
love the blog.
I took one of your classes around this time last year but I've been a long time fan of your work. I enjoy this blog immensely. I listen to the new episodes every week. Please keep them coming. Unfortunately I don't have any memorable FUNNY stories of me being on drugs, but I do have a, for lack of a better term "alarming" story of one of my first experiences smoking pot.
I was about 15 or 16, and I had this friend that lived in this kinda bad part of town. We would take the city bus to his house after school and he would smoke me out. Well, this one time he was out of bud, so we had to go buy some. Both of us were too young and too broke for a car, so we walked through his really ghetto ass neighborhood to his friend's house which was in a progressively worse neighborhood.
We show up to this duplex looking thing that looks about half built, and go up to his friend's room which you could only get to by climbing up the stairs on the outside of the duplex. We walk up to the door, and it's been bared in with a piece of wood for some reason. I never found out or asked why, it just was. So we climbed into his friend's bed room. He hooks us up with our blunt, and we're about to leave, when his mom comes storming into his room screaming at the top of her lungs at the dad, who is following close behind her. They were vein poppingly angry, in each other's face, and the dad looked like he was about to straight up deck the mom right in the face. The friend decided to jump in by trying to yell over his parents in an attempt to get them to stop, but it was futile. So then it just turned in to a bunch of door slamming and running around this very small ghetto duplex, of whilst this was all happening my buddy decides it's a good time to light up the blunt. Like it's totally normal what's going on. So, being a little high school kid, I did because I wanted to be cool, so we finished the blunt there and then walked back to his house.
Not a particularly crazy, funny or dangerous story but one that has stuck with me from how bizarre the experience was.
Jordu, I LOVE these audio blogs, I've never done drugs, but I am addicted to these horseshit, haha. I really can't wait to listen them once it's posted online, this is my weekly fix. I am a big fan and I find your stories (aside from the kickass work you do) inspiring. I even listen, just listen, to your instructionals over at the stan winston school of character arts while I do my work. Keep them coming!!!
First let me say that I love the Blog which I anxiously wait for every week.Sometimes I get sidetracked and don't get to listen until later in the week which is kind'a like finding money on the street or discovering a christmas gift buried under the eviscerated wrapping paper of previous gifts.
On the topic of drugs I could fill a book with stories both good and bad. Your interpretation or vocal reenactment of being on shrooms had me rolling! Had I been on shrooms when you did that I would have immensely been weirded out. My advice to anyone doing psychadelics is go camping. I can't stand to be around anything dealing with electronics or gadgetry. Does that make sense? Anyhow, on one occasion myself and several friends were in a chemically induced state of mind in a park (camping site). We stared at what in reality was a dumpster out in the middle of nowhere but we were convinced it was Mr.Snuffaluffagus. After an hour or so of debate as to who would walk over to Mr.Snuffaluffagus to make first contact we decided to go together. When we reached the massive figure a freaking band of raccoons came barreling out of the dumpster which sent us all scattering and running for the hills so to speak.
On another occasion several friends and myself decided to, unfortunately, first "dose" and then make the ten mile drive to the camping area. Thank goodness we didn't hurt anyone! We were delayed in our departure due to other friends showing up who wanted to partake as well. I was driving us there so i loaded my cargo and we were off. We were about a mile away when the road started to move on me. I slowed down to compensate for this movement and then all of a sudden the road rose from the ground and lifted into the air like a floating ribbon. Another friend wanted to finish the drive as I refused to go any further. He tried to convince me he was fine but I knew better so I called my seeester who graciously had a girlfriend drive her over and she brought us the rest of the way which was just around the corner from where I stopped (less than 500 feet).
Aside from the funny stories I did experience a very spiritual occurrence while on mushrooms. When i looked into the starry sky patterns began to emerge. Very detailed and intricate patterns. At one point the came so rapidly that I began to get light headed and had to shut my eyes. I opened my eyes and could see what to this day is hard to describe other than saying it was a map of sorts. Very indescribable experience.
Anyway, thank you for the great stories and insight!
Jordu, I'm a big fan of yours and your audio blogs are funny as fuck!. I listen to you while i'm working on my 3D stuff and it gets me through the boring stuff. Anyway I love magic mushrooms and your description of a mushroom trip on number 19 had me in tears of laughter, you described it so well haha. Keep up the Blogs man and thank you for being such an inspiration!
With a blog like yours, who needs drugs. I love listening, it's my new weekly addiction.