Getting stoned with comedian/musician Chella Negro

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After years of performing her soul-folk songs around the Denver music scene, Chella Negro hooked up with this town's blossoming comedy community when she joined the all-female sketch group LadyFace.

Proudly public about her affection for ganja, Negro was the ideal candidate for our Getting Stoned With series, in which we sit down with our favorite entertainers to get lit and ask some strange questions.

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Westword: Most people don't get high the first time they smoke pot. Was this true with you?

Chella Negro: Yes, but I don't think it was very good weed. In Wisconsin, where I grew up, you had to get your pot from Chicago or Minneapolis; there was no such thing as "kind-bud." It was all schwag.

Did it come in a solid brick that you had to peel flakes of marijuana out of? And then seeds would scatter out of it, like spilled marbles?

Uh-huh. The other day my friend was eating those seaweed chips, and I had this instant flashback to Wisconsin: That's just what our weed looked like! My friend said she once found a dead bird in her brick of Mexican weed.

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I grew up smoking brick-weed in Iowa, and I could definitely see that happening. The stuff would be transported inside moving tires driving from Mexico. But it did get you high...eventually.

Yup. Oh, right, but the first time I got stoned, it was on a show-choir trip. We were staying in a hotel, and a bunch of the kids had a party in their room. We smoked out of those little metal-cigarette pipes, and then we'd blow the smoke into the toilet.

Into the toilet?! Where's it gonna go?

That's the thing! [Laughs] I swear to God. You put your head right into the toilet and you blow out the smoke, and after a couple people do that, you just flush it. It sounds stupid when I say it now, but at the time I swear we thought it worked.

Maybe there's some physics there that are beyond me. But what I'm stuck on is the idea of getting stoned with a bunch of show-choir kids. That sounds awesome! Did you all break out into song and dance, jumping around on the hotel beds, like in Anchors Aweigh?

No, it was never like that. It wasn't as cool as you think. Everyone was such a dick. It wasn't like Glee at all.

If you had the ability to transcend the laws of physics and biology and swim to the bottom of the ocean, would you do it?

Would your ears not pop?

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If this scenario can keep your lungs from imploding and your body from being crushed into the size of a Dixie cup, the, yes, we can keep your ears from popping.

I'm just me, swimming to the bottom of the ocean, comfortable. Then, sure, why not?

Sounds terrifying to me. What if you came across a whale skeleton or the remains of the Titanic? I can't imagine anything creepier. The ocean is the last frontier: We know less about the bottom of the ocean than we do the surface of the moon.


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2 comments
Juan_Leg
Juan_Leg

Up til the mid '90's' 'Weed Revolution', I'd guess better than %98 of what was available across the entire country was 'shwag' .....

tutonehcc
tutonehcc

Chella Negro: Yes, but I don't think it was very good weed. In Wisconsin, where I grew up, you had to get your pot from Chicago or Minneapolis; there was no such thing as "kind-bud." It was all schwag.

TuTone too grew up in Chicago and all there was was schwag 

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