Weed: gateway to bad rock.

So I read something about the Eagles the other day, and I was thinking about how that whole '70's-Southern California music scene--The Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, Jackson Browne, Linda Ronstadt--produced probably the worst rock and roll music up until the Limp Bizkit-and-its-ilk craze of a few years ago. (And maybe that music's inherent suckitude doomed it from the start, but I like to think Ben Folds killed it with "Rockin' The Suburbs." God Bless You Ben Folds! Even if your cover of "Bitches Aint Shit" is creepy and disturbing! Just being white and singing those lyrics semi-ironically doesn't redeem the misogyny! Oh, but it's so darn catchy!)
Now you pretty much know that all of those '70's Southern California guys were smoking a ton of weed. This reminded me of students I had--bright kids who got bad grades because they smoked so much weed that they couldn't be bothered to do homework. Maybe, I thought, just maybe these musicians smoked so much weed that they couldn't be bothered to rock! Maybe the combination of a high THC level and the warm California sun just makes everything feel so groovy that rockin' becomes impossible! Now if they'd put that on the "Just Say No" ads in the '80's, they really might have put a dent in marijuana use! I can picture it now---white titles on a black screen, with a heartbeat soundtrack, and that guy who does all the political ads doing the voiceover..."The Pretender....The Long Run.....Tusk....and they say Marijuana is harmless." If they'd done that, they might have spared us the Dave Matthews Band! But no...
(The alternate explanation is that it's all Gram Parsons' fault, but I think I'll stick with the weed theory.)
(Also, I actually like most of the Lindsey Buckingham Fleetwood Mac songs, even if they don't rock...)