Wednesday, November 7, 2012


In his new autobiography, Neil Young comes clean.  Because of his recent brain surgery, and under the advice of his physicians, he quit smoking marijuana.  He put down the pipe in January 2011 and hasn’t smoked since.  Not bad for a guy who’s been stoned since the sixties.  Inspired by his adult daughter’s journey into sobriety, he also gave up alcohol.  Any good child of the sixties is naturally drawn to experimenting with altered states of consciousness.  And when you’ve been stoned and drunk for forty years, sobriety is the new high.
            At first he worried, will I be able to write songs?  Will I still want to make music?  But the dam soon broke – he returned to his craft with renewed zeal and ferocity recording two albums in a row with his long time and distortion drenched rock band Crazy Horse.  The first was a collection of folk standards called Americana.  The second, released on October 30, is the first ever collection of originals by the clean and sober songwriter.  Psychedelic Pill put his worries to rest.  Neil Young’s star has never shined brighter.
            I quit drinking eleven years ago, and put down the pipe many years before that.  The pursuit of music was so deeply interwoven with those two activities, I too wondered if I would ever again write and perform music with the same conviction and abandon.  My fears were mislaid.  In fact, the opposite occurred.  When I came out of the fog, I began to write much better songs.  And I became clearer about how to record and perform those songs more effectively.  My entire recording career as a solo artist and the success I enjoyed with my band The Coyote Problem, including all the San Diego Music Awards, happened after I got clean.  It’s like I awakened from a dream, walked outside, and found the courage to take my place in the sun.  The stoned and drunk me was always too tentative, too wracked with self-doubt, too stuck in my own head to dare to live out loud.  I sometimes wonder how many opportunities I let slip by just so I could stay hidden.    
            Marijuana and alcohol are tricky.  One is legal and one is not.  Anyone can see the indefensible absurdity of drug and alcohol laws.  It makes no sense that alcohol is legal, widely available and socially sanctioned while marijuana is not.  It’s perfectly respectable to drink three glasses of wine as your eyes glaze over and your cheeks turn red.  Police officers, judges, governors, mothers and priests do it all the time.  But smoke one puff of a plant you grew in your own backyard and you’re a criminal.  None of it makes any sense.
            Yet marijuana use is not without its personal costs.  It may not be as benign as its advocates proclaim.
            Last year one of my students came to see me in my office.  She was a brilliant, articulate, well read and thoughtful young woman.  I wasn’t sure what she’d come to discuss.  After fidgeting and staring at the floor for a long, uncomfortable silence she said, “I have a drug problem.”
            Then it all spilled out.
            The drug was marijuana.  Not only was she a daily smoker, she stayed stoned from the moment she awoke in the morning till the moment she went to bed.  There was never one single moment of one single day when she wasn’t stoned.  As she told me her story, one word kept cycling around in my mind.  More than anything else she seemed brokenhearted.
            She wasn’t interested in counseling or therapy.  As a college professor I had all those resources at my fingertips, and was ready with phone numbers.  She shook her head.  She only had one question.  “What should I do?”
            “What do you want to do?” I asked.
            “I don’t know.  I don’t think I want to quit,” she said, “but I can’t keep going like this.”
            And that was the crux.  Her restlessness, her anger, her dissatisfaction, her discomfort were powerful messages in and of themselves.  Sometimes suffering is a gift.  It’s o.k. if you don’t know what to do next, I told her.  Sometimes it’s enough to know that you can’t stay here.
            A particularly poignant part of her story was the fact that her mother, who suffers from rheumatoid arthritis, has a medical marijuana card and smokes to dull the edge of her chronic pain.  It’s easy to see that marijuana is a remarkably effective medicine for certain chronic conditions and used judiciously it can be a highly beneficial component of palliative care.  But every medicine is also a poison.  Her family home was filled with clouds of marijuana smoke.  For everyone in the house, including her two younger siblings, marijuana consumption was as commonplace as breathing air.  How was she going to find the courage to put down the pipe under these conditions?  It’s easy to support medical marijuana in principle, but our passionate public discourse on the issue rarely considers the long shadow cast by these clouds of smoke.
            We talked for a while and looked at it from every angle.  I didn’t preach or tell her what to do.  It was enough to simply be present with her confusion and frustration.  The only suggestion I offered was experimenting with a temporary hiatus.  Why not stop for a week or two, just to see what happens – just to see who you are without it.  Marijuana powerfully and effectively shifts one’s emotional and conceptual frameworks.  It might be instructive to see what the options are.  It might be helpful to see what it feels like to not be stoned.
            When she left I felt frustrated and a little worried.  I wished I could have been more helpful.  But the best we can do for each other is bear witness.  I cannot choose for her.  Her authentic freedom is a Holy Grail only she can find.
            She said she would try to quit for a while just to see how it felt.
            The next time I saw her she was stoned.
            It’s funny.  When you first begin drinking and smoking, you do it because it lifts you over your adolescent awkwardness.  It helps you overcome fear and sets you free to connect with others.  It softens the pain and clears out the clutter so you can more immediately experience beauty and joy.  Then it turns around.  As the consumption becomes habitual, it begins to have the opposite effect.  The life of the addict and alcoholic is a life of increasing isolation and disconnection.  You get stuck in your own little world.  Things lose their luster and turn dull.  It just stops working.  You feel anything but free.  And a small voice inside of you starts asking for something more.
            Drugs and alcohol are neither good nor evil.  I seriously doubt the criminal justice system has any significant role to play, apart from the obviously sensible prohibitions against driving under the influence.  What we put in our bodies is by its very nature a very personal and private decision.  Each of us must bear the burden of our own choices, and take responsibility for crafting our own best lives.  That some are more competent in this task than others is clear.  But we must never dogmatize about how others are to live their lives.  It is hard enough to live our own.  Human beings have sought out consciousness altering substances since the beginning of time and no set of laws or social conventions is going to change that.  But the deeper and more pressing question remains.  What role do these substances have in a fully realized, vibrant and joyful life?  There’s only one person who knows the answer to that question.


Unknown said...

Peter --

Profoundly personal piece, as I've come to expect and enjoy from you. You so thoroughly addressed the creative, personal and societal issues I have nothing to add except this -- thank you for addressing the subjects you do. Thank you for being a thoughtful writer addressing more than how to effectively tackle more on your to do list. And most especially thank you for bringing your personal experience to bear in so many of your poignant thought pieces.

I enjoy my excursions into Bollandland -- muuuch better than Disney --


Other Mary said...

Hi Peter, you don't know me but I found a photo you took of a stone that is on a post you made in July 2010. I would like your ok to use the image in my own blog. I'll send you the link and you can have a look. If you don't want me to use it please send me an email at and I'll remove it right away. Thanks either way.
-Mary Bach

s t a r r said...

Peter, your wisdom humbles and inspires. You did right by that student. You honor Neil Young, not only by re-telling his story here but by singing his amazing songs and writing many that are as good as his. You nail the whole thing about adolescent awkwardness and why so many of us get high and how to leave all that behind. Sometimes I look around and see an entire society stoned out of its gourd, but when I look closer I see surfers and rock-climbers and writers and people wheeling themselves around with straight-edged dignity and grace. And I am renewed in my own recovery. Hey friend, remember that conversation we had in the parking lot at SWC years ago, when I'd gotten sober and you couldn't believe I needed to? I needed to. I kept using weed though, "for stress," until I realized I was really just a big scaredy-cat. I gave it up, but not without a struggle. The rebellion & freedom it represented was very hard to re-frame. The fears it masked reared their ugly heads and it took a lot of inner work to face them. But I tell you, Peter, life just keeps getting better. Natural highs rock.

Frank said...

Hi, Pete. I don't leave comments much, but I really liked your Troubadour story (I'm a writer there also), and it mirrored some of my own experience. 29 years of no pipe is not uncommon for a guy my age, but for 15 years now, several of them playing in bands, etc, I have been the "guy who doesn't drink". Having seen both sides, I appreciate your insights, and I can see the difference in wavelength between my life and my two daily stoner sisters, both over 60, and many of my friends who my wife and I see chain-drinking beer when we go to see our favorite bands play. I don't begrudge any of these adults their assorted bromides, but I think pot and alcohol should not be readily available to kids, at least not as available as they were to me when I was 18-21.
I know some of our friends think I became a Mormon or some such, and all are very polite about it, but the fact is at around age 48 I decided that I wasn't drinking alcohol very much and didn't really need it in my life, and that was that. (The pipe was my first grader son being told that pot was a gateway drug to heroin at school or some drug war nonesense, and me deciding to not confuse the kid.)
As far as Neil, he has been an epileptic for decades and shouldn't have been drinking, but I have a feeling he'll continue to be as maddeningly inconsistent with a clear head as he has been all these years loaded.

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