Make up your own mind. Pot can make you stupid, and it can make you insightful. How this plays out from individual to individual is an INDIVIDUAL QUANDRY.

I have found it useful in solving writting problems that defied my unstoned brain. For me it has been involved in the discovery of good hooks, and some clever composition. This is stuff the outlast the high of smoking. These songs stand on their own long after the buzz has left the building.....ie.

"If you open your mind, might be surprised what you'd find

from a diffrent point of view.

If you set your thought free as the breeze in the trees

caring not where you are going to.

You might climb to the clouds, those thunderous shouds

of the storms which will bring us life.

Or flow the sea which has set those clouds free

with the sun's golden might.

on an orb deep in space, scribing arcs in it's race

round a star in the dead of night

and the splendor you see runs to infinity...

off with the speed of light.

and it is only life and it ends all to soon.

yet in its lonely plight it lends some meaning to gloom

like a window to the walls of a room."................ copyright

The story is that I got stoned one night and decided to play guitar. My Dad had just died a couple of months prior and I was wrestleing with my feelings. Beating on my ax seemed like a good idea.....The next morning I found one of the best songs I ever wrote waiting for me on the kitchen table. It had written it self for all I could tell. Magic is as magic does.