HIGH TIMES has been seized by various authorities in such places as Texas, North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Nevada, Wisconsin and Colorado. That's right, police with badges and guns walked right into stores and actually confiscated issues of our magazine.
They call it foxy boxing. Pretty girls dressed in G-strings and oversized foamrubber gloves cavort in a ten-foot-square ring, shooting left jabs, right hooks and occasionally a bit of beaver. The matches are usually held in bars and discos, with each contest consisting of three one-minute rounds.
I don't know how long I slept or why I dreamed the dreams I dreamt, but somehow all my blankets fled to drape the partner in my bed and how my pillow came to share its place with such a stranger's face is quite the question to be pressed when we are up and fully dressed.
Actor Robert Conrad is said to be in stable condition after swallowing his fake mustache while filming the disaster-plagued movie version of Balls—The G. Gordon Liddy Story. If Pappy Conrad is unable to continue in the film, based on the hit TV special, studio poop has the role going to warbler Andy Gibb.
Let's let Contributing Editor and countrywestern star Kinky Friedman make his own pitch for his brand new album, Live at the Lone Star. "This is the first LP made exclusively for TV," Kinky told us over dim sum in Chinatown. "It's also the first album made this year by an artist with a quantum of spiritual integrity, with the possible exception of Jim Nabors."
Actress Ellen Barkin, whose new film, Diner, opened to rave reviews across the country, is being hailed by West Coast insiders as the dazzling new star in Hollywood's Aureole Borealis. We sent her brother, associate editor George Barkin, to Texas to interview Ellen, who's currently shooting Tender Mercies, in which she costars with Robert Duvall.
Editor: Remember me? I was the fourth-place winner in your photo contest of 1978. I thought you'd appreciate this shot of my dog Honey. Some dogs are used by the authorities to sniff and destroy, but my pal shows here he is truly one of man's best friends.
I am a Soviet soldier stationed in Afghanistan. I came across a copy of your fine publication one day last week while raping and pillaging in and around the Kabul area and thought you might enjoy a photograph of the excellent hashish they produce in this country.
Punk rock preppie Victor Bockris, who wrote this month's "Negative Girl," is the internationally acclaimed author of Making Tracks: The Rise of Blondie (in collaboration with Debbie Harry and Chris Stein) and With William Burroughs: A Report from the Bunker.
Editor: As one who's seen firsthand the inside of the baloney machine commonly called a broadcast news department, Abbie Hoffman's Us vs. Them. [HIGH TIMES, Feb. '82] rang in my head as truthful as anything on broadcasting I've read in a national magazine in years.
Let me tell you about two strange encounters the Connoisseur had with the late great John Belushi. And some thing about a dream he had that hasn't appeared in the pious postmortems. The first meeting was a riotous evening financed by HIGH TIMES. The magazine was putting Hunter Thompson up at a weird but hip hotel in lower Manhattan for a HIGH TIMES interview.
VIRGINIA MAN GIVEN 40-YEAR NAP FOR SALE OF NINE OUNCES
CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT" IS THE NAME OF A new hit tune by the Supremes and it's a real chartbuster. In fact, it just knocked about 40 years off the life chart of one Roger Trenton Davis, 36, a Virginia black man whose ultrasevere 40-year sentence was the result of being busted for grass in the same rural racist county where he dated and eventually married a farmer's blonde daughter.
REHNQUIST'S KNOCKOUT DROPS: IS JUSTICE STONED BLIND?
THE QUESTION REALLY ISN'T WHETHER HEAVY TRANquilizers like Placidyl, with tremendous addiction and deliriant liabilities, should be prescribed by doctors, an irritated neurosurgeon aptly pointed out in last January 22's Science magazine; "it is whether Supreme Court justices should be taking them."
UNOFFICIAL BUT WIDELY confirmed reports indicate that 1981 was a record year for Lebanon’s hashish farmers and smugglers. Production is conservatively estimated to have totaled 8,000 to 10,000 tons, a spectacular increase from the 2,000 tons produced in 1980.
The Golden Eagle Tavern on 14th and I Street in D.C. didn’t used to be a topless joint. Up till late last year, it was your typical dim-lit, white-collar cocktail lounge, where after work on weekdays you could generally find a good lot of leisure-suited Irish guys unwinding after a hard day over a few brews and some chummy cop-shop gossip, passing ’round the occasional copy of HIGH TIMES and guffawing their heads off.
ADMINISTRATION DECLARES WAR ON DRUGLAW ENFORCEMENT
THE RIDICULOUS SPOOF story in last February’s “Seeds ’n’ Stems” section of HIGH Times—titled “New Right Goes Pro-Dope: Conservative Honchos Demand Bite of Narco Trade”—may not have been so almighty ridiculous after all. Thoughtful law-enforcement people all over this town have been openly and vocally scandalized over the way the Reagan administration and its New Right phalange in Congress have positively decimated law-enforcement capabilities of combating traffic in any sort of expensive addictive substance, from heroin to plain alcohol and nicotine.
A FEDERAL JUDGE IN LOS Angeles has decided it’s perfectly all right for the Drug Enforcement Administration to seize property it believes to be drug paraphernalia, even though there may be no law against manufacturing or possessing such “paraphernalia ” What’s more, the narcs need not produce a shred of evidence that even one item of the alleged contraband has ever been used in any connection with a controlled substance.
ONE OF CALIFORNIA’S MORE exotic dope patch guards —a 200-pound Bengal tiger— has been gunned down by San Mateo sheriff’s officers. The tiger, part of a guard team consisting of five tigers, one leopard and four big dogs, was killed in a hail of buckshot and bullets following four days on the prowl after being freed from its cage by a mudslide.
PILOTS AT THE NAVAL AIR Station here recently completed a three-month training program in the radar detection of low-flying pot planes. The Navy’s ultratech strato-soaring EC-2 Hawkeyes can supposedly pick out and track a twin-engine Beech, treetopping over the Florida Glades at 300 feet, from six miles up in the sky.
ALASKA GOVERNOR JAY Hammond stepped into a political minefield the moment he began issuing shrill calls for possession of more than a pound of pot to be categorized as a felony. Aware that 70 to 80 percent of Alaskans qualified as "users" by virtue of smoking at least one joint per month, Matanuska Valley growers and tokers took the lead in denouncing attempts to restrict their legal rights to possess sufficient marijuana for their own use.
LUNCH BREAK HAS TAKEN new meaning for the Dan ish legal system after its runin with Canadian Thomas Stefanos Rocsiz. On arrival at Copenhagen Kastrup Airport last November 1, Rocsiz, 31, was stopped with bags containing half a kilo of coke—in Denmark, classified right up there with heroin.
ZEALOUS METRO NARCOTICS officers, after a daring midnight raid on a Seaton Place residence here in 1978, wound up stinging the city budget for $20,000. The warrant had alleged that there might be heroin and heroin cut gear in the house at 211 Seaton, but the narcs, in their impetuous haste to execute justice on the narcotics perpetrators involved, broke down the door of 203 Seaton.
Not so long ago the Lone Star State had a reputation as the baddest state of them all—so fearsome that marijuana pilots routinely flew thousands of miles out of their way to avoid detection by the dreaded El Paso Intelligence Center radar. Those who took a fall in Texas resigned themselves to growing old along with the century cactus that aged in the desert.
CHARGES: Glutethimide (Doriden) and codeine in combination expose the consumer to all the dangers of both opiates and barbiturates. Consistent use at toxic doses can produce physical dependence, i.e. addiction. With the presence of Glutethimide, a barbituratelike sedative hypnotic, withdrawal from set ups can be life threatening be cause of the danger of seizures.
"I am not Zippy," insists the man behind the pinheadL
Bill Griffith's been a regular contributor to this magazine since 1976, so HIGH TIMES readers are certainly no strangers to pinhead logic. But you don't have to be a regular reader of "Zippy" to "get it." In fact, we could make a case for say ing Griffith comes out of the very same great tradition of absurdist humor as the Beatles, the Marx Brothers and (if we were so daring) James Joyce, and that if you "get" Finnegan's Wake, you'll grok "Zippy."But instead we'll just say that Griffith is rooted in a particular time and place.
BROKEN BOY: Couldn't you just be a little bit nicer? NEGATIVE GIRL: If I was any nicer I'd be ill
BOYS TELL LIES, GIRLS TAKE PHOTOGRAPHS
WARNINGS ABOUT NEGATIVE GIRLS
FROM KNICKERS AND KNEE SOCKS TO SWITCH. BLADES AND STILETTOS HOW BAD GIRLS UNDRESS
NEGATIVE GIRLS AND DRUGS
NEGATIVE GIRLS AND MONEY
NEGATIVE GIRLS ON TELEVISION
NEGATIVE GIRLS IN THE FUTURE
All a negative girls wants is a negative boy to take care of her.
Girls are climbing all over the living-room furniture, and crawling out of my hair, girls are using my eyes, girls are slipping my checkbook into their handbags, girls can't stop talking. Allergic girls. Detergent girls. Floating girls.
Jim the barkeep at the Dead Deer Tavern had seen everything. So he hardly blinked when a gorilla and a kangaroo slid onto his stools and ordered some Buds. But when the Kangaroo started coming on to his cousin the nun, Jim had had enough.
All the networks were trying to start rumors of war on the afternoon that the kangaroo came into Beryl's Dead Deer Tavern. Jim Beryl, the owner, stood at the sink behind the bar, washing glasses. The television was on, but the sound was turned off.
And you thought Sen. Joe McCarthy had a drug problem. Wait till you see the grocery list of pharmaceuticals the FÜhrer was ingesting. They didn't call it the "master race" for nothing.
Rock stars and matinee idols can skyrocket from complete obscurity to cast their shadow over the lives of millions. A meteoric rise to fame, however, can often create an unexpectedly strenuous lifestyle. Nerve-tearing pressures and schedules are frequently difficult to cope with and, often enough, these stardusted spotlighters are compelled to seek the aid of artificial nostrums, cushioning drugs, numbing beverages, unorthodox sexual behavior, and a wide variety of other colorful distractions.
Let us take a train ride through history—to simpler times. When gold was real gold, and the riches of Santa Marta were abundant. When the hues of the Colombian buds were as varied as the shades of the rainbow. First stop Cartagena, where the golden plants shimmer in the sunlight, with their sweet, oozing resins.
"NO ONE LEAVES HERE UNTIL ALL THIS POT IS CONSUMED."
He sits at a large, oval-shaped table—marijuana on one side, cocaine on the other—preparing to host the autumn drug extravaganza that has taken place every year for the past three years on this thickly wooded mountaintop. He is a commercial pot farmer, earning a modest $25,000 a season from his crop, and he has invited—by word of mouth—his friends and neighbors, marijuana growers all of them, to celebrate yet another successful harvest.
The Mexicans call it la carne de los muertos: “flesh of the dead.” Ethnobotanist Andrew Weil, author of The Natural Mind, learned to respect the mushroom 's magic one night in the smoky hut of a poor curandera of Oaxaca.
GORDON WASSON, WHO REDISCOVERED THE RITUAL USE OF PSYCHEDELIC MUSHROOMS IN MEXICO, WROTE SOME YEARS ago that people can be divided into mycophiles and mycophobes— mushroom lovers and mushroom haters.1 There seems to be no middle ground.
QUAALUDE BOTANY AND CULTIVATION IS INTRIcate and sometimes confusing for the neophyte, but it is no longer a specialty best left up to so-called experts. New developments in backyard technology have brought the Quaalude growing field within the range of capabilities of any reasonably diligent amateur, and a vast repository of formerly esoteric cultivation techniques is available and waiting tobe tapped.
244 IT WAS MUCH EASIER TO QUIT HERoin than cigarettes. Synanon resident, 1971 245 KNOW THYSELF AND KNOW WHAT thou puttest into thy sacred body. It is better to be a living ogre than a dead saint. Joy here, now, not in the next life is the goal. Tuli Kupferberg, Birth 3, 1960 246 LECHERY, LECHERY, SIR, IT [DRINK] PROvokes and unprovokes.
In the meat-packing district of Greenwich Village, in a building that used to be a gay church, the Graffiti-Aboveground Gallery houses the brat artworks of bandito artists. They go by tags like Crash, Freedom, Wasp, Emi, Daze, Disco, Lady Pink, Noz and Cey.
BY DAY HE'S A MILD-MANNERED SESSION PLANO PLAYER VERSED IN THE NEW ORLEANS FUNK TRADITION BUTLATER, WHEN THE BAYOU COMES ALIVE AND THE GRIS-GRIS GETS CAST, HE'S THE MASTER OF MUSICAL HOODOO, DR JOHN THE NIGHT TRIPPER.
Mac Rebennack, the great pianist/organist/guitarist/singer/ songwriter/bandleader better known as Dr. John, is a walking embodiment of the rich New Orleans musical tradition. Though the days when he strolled around in wizard's robes casting gris-gris dust wherever he went are over, he still carries his hoodoo emblem with him: a walking stick carved by his friend Charles Neville of the amazing Neville Brothers.
You hear a lot about the longevity of such '60s invasion bands as the Rolling Stones and the Who, but the Kinks are right in there with those better-known names in the awards for durability. And when it comes to devotion, no band has a more loyal following.
Shades of John Cippolina! This is the best instrunental group to ride the pipeline to my ears in recent years. They call it new wave but this hot stuff clocks in on a dimensional warp somewhere between Ennio Morriconi's spaghettiwestern soundtracks (the title track), the penny loafer preppy land of Dick Dale & his Del Tones ("The Calhoun Surf") and San Francisco on a very outside Saturday night ("Tone Zone," "International Operator").
Birdbrain runs the World! Birdbrain is the ultimate product of Capitalism Birdbrain chief bureaucrat of Russia, yawning Birdbrain ran FBI 30 years appointed by F.D. Roosevelt and never chased Cosa Nostra Birdbrain apportions wheat to be burned, keep prices up on the world market!