At right, The Last Photo of Jimi Hendrix, a sample of Ira Cohen's recent Mylar photography exhibition at the Art Gallery in New York City. A complex photographic technique, utilizing a variety of graphic skills, Mylar photography, for those of you who don't know, is when the photographer does some stuff to the picture so that when you look at it, it makes you feel like you're on acid or something.
In our November cover story on marijuana urinalysis testing, it was explained why no such test can possibly prove either marijuana intoxication or voluntary use. Even as the story went to press, researchers at the University of North Carolina and the manufacturers of the EMIT Cannabinoid Assay released studies—belatedly— showing that these tests will, under various circumstances, show "positive" on urine samples furnished by people who are guilty of nothing but inhaling other people's sidestream grass smoke.
His spirit may soar like a hawk but he's still got the corneas of a 90 year-old man. So HIGH TIMES decided to throw a benefit for the one and only Ganesh Baba, marijuana mystic and subject of our December interview, in the hopes of defraying the cost of much needed opthalmic surgery.
That's right, America, from tasting to tooting, the best-selling reference source that packs more valuable cocaine information per page than you thought possible— The Cocaine Handbook—is now available in a special limited edition. Bound in genuinely handsome and pungently aromatic leather, the volume is signed by author Mr. David Lee and sells for $100—the ideal Christmas gift for that special someone whose nose knows what's what.
A sit-down feast as foreplay? It's only natural when the main event features Little Annie Sprinkle upchucking her escargots in a graphic display of the latest craze in avant-garde sex, rainbow showers. And that's one of the milder spreads in the premier issue of Sluts and Slobs, a rollicking send-up of the diseased men's mag market, conceived by our own managing editor Josh Alan Friedman (along with veteran sex media monster Richard Jaccoma).
Mike Wilmington, who debuts this month as our film editor, will be familiar to habitual HIGH TIMES readers for his pieces here on James Dean, George Romero and the movie Conan. Mike grew up in the hinterlands of Williams Bay, Wisconsin (pop.: 1,414 at the time), and like many culturally deprived youths in the heartland, lost himself at an early age to the local bijous, the early-morning movies and the late-late shows.
Well we shure are sorry but Libbian strongman Mooammer Gaddaffy sent over a hit skwad of unemployed CIA and NSA mersenarys on our Long Island grenade plant and bloo it sky-hi. And there went the hole season's crop of grenades plus all our cattalogs.
A TALE OF BLOODCURDLING CONSPIRACY and death in the stormy North Pacific unfolded after the U.S. Coast Guard cutter Boutwell crept into Kodiak Harbor last spring, towing a sailboat packed with millions of authentic Southeast Asian Thai sticks.
SMUGGLER'S BEECH MISSES DROP, BOMBS NORTH GEORGIA WITH COKE!
THE BIG OLD TWIN-ENGINE Beechcraft Queen, stuttering loudly at stall speed in the night, sailed over the farmhouses and cow pastures of North Georgia, scattering bins and bundles of Bolivian cocaine all over the place. Even though the pilot and his navigating dope-dumper were miles shy of the prearranged drop zone, no one was hurt, and, in fact, no one noticed anything until the next morning, on Friday, when a Gilmer County farmer stumbled across a fiberglass bin of curious, sharp-smelling white matter among his green clover.
IT RETARDS PUBERTY IN growing children, and may stunt their growth. It disrupts the menstrual cycles of young women, and may result in infertility. It causes heart attacks, kidney damage and injury to bones and muscles. It's particularly harmful for older people, and should be avoided by them.
"PARENTS SAY SPRAY!" is a new slogan of the National Federation for Drug-Free Youth, the nationwide single-interest conservative-action political committee based in Silver Spring, Maryland. "Florida has acted responsibly," rejoiced Mrs. Joyce Nalepska, associate director of the federation, when Gov.
AT LONG LAST, AND UNDER miserable conditions, civilian government has returned to Bolivia. After two years of military rule characterized by corruption and ineptitude, Gen. Guido Vildoso Calderon ceded power to Hernan Siles Zuazo in a ceremony on October 10.
WHEN THE SINGLE-ENgine Cessna, on a flight from Jamaica to the Bahamas, hit the water near Marathon in the Florida Keys, the pilot, copilot and one passenger, all Americans from the Southeast, felt destined for permanent residence in Davy Jones's locker.
LOW-NICOTINE CIGARETTES may be worse than regular cigarettes, on the broad scale, Dr. Michael Russel of Great Britain noted at a symposium on tobacco addiction here last autumn. The purpose of lowering the "tar" content of cigarettes—to reduce the smoker's exposure to carcinogens —is directly subverted when the nicotine content is also lowered, agreed many of the reports presented to the Uniformed Services wing of the University of the Health Sciences in Bethesda.
NOW THAT THE EUROPEAN Economic Community is about to bestow its prestigious appelation contrÔlée label on Scots and Irish whiskeys, the distillers of Welsh chwisgi are beginning to grumble nationalistically. Though the Welsh have been pictured through history, in ethnocentric English literature, largely as a race of mighty boozers and pathetic sots, nobody ever goes into a pub of an afternoon for a spot of Welsh, anywhere in the world but here.
"IF YOU HAD SEVENTY DOLlars, you'd buy his dope because it was the best value," a Baltimore narcotics officer says of "Peanut" King, 28, who, for a while at least, was godfather in his East Baltimore neighborhood. Peanut, jogging through pretrial time at the city jail in spotless, brand-new running suit and suede Pumas, with his $25,000 gold watch, denies everything.
The sinse season hit its annual peak in late fall, breaking all previous records and bringing sinse to areas heretofore deprived of its economic and recreational benefits. If you haven't already heard, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws has estimated the value of this year's crop at between 8 and 10 billion dollars, behind corn and soybeans as the country’s leading cash crop—enough to keep pipes burning through the winter.
Last month we discussed a specific member of the benzodiazepine family, diazepam (Valium). This month we are looking in greater depth at the whole benzodiazepine family and its effects. The benzodiazepines are a relatively new family of sedative-hypnotics which interact with specific benzodiazepine receptors in the brain and produce anxiety relief without sedation at therapeutic doses.
"If someone vomits watching one of my films, it's like getting a standing ovation." Those are the words, and the self-professed artistic credo, of John Waters—the Cinematic Sleaze King of Baltimore, Maryland, the Self-Crowned Nabob of nausea, the Sheik of Shock and Schlock, the Emperor of Enemas and the American cinema's one-and-only Prince of Puke—this last title earned on the strength of the never-to-be-forgotten climax of Pink Flamingos, where Waters showed his superstar—a 300-pound, balding transvestite named Divine—getting down in the street on all fours and wolfing down a pile of dogshit (thereby locking up the title of "The Filthiest Person Alive").
John Waters: How does it feel to be the most beautiful woman in the world? Divine: I tell you, it's pretty disillusioning at times. It's not all limousines and emerald earrings. I know why people in show business have breakdowns. JW: Let's start at the beginning.
As many of us can testify, dealing in grass, pills or whatever is not all it is cracked up to be. Yes, there is the profit, the glamour, the status. But there are also the flaky customers, hassles with lawyers, the paranoia about strange noises on the phone, trouble raising bail and the occasional but unpleasant sojourns in the slammer.
HE MAY HAVE BEEN UNDERGROUND BUT HE SURE ATE IN STYLE. POSING AS A PLAYBOY MAGAZINE RESTAURANT REVIEWER. OUR FAVORITE FUGITIVE CRISSCROSSED EUROPE STUFFING HIS FACE FOR FREE. HEREWITH, ABBIE REVEALS HIS GREAT GOURMET RIP-OFF.
Of all the adventures during my seven-year underground safari,none seems to have the universal appeal of the Great Gourmet Rip-Off. Over a six-month tour of Europe, my running mate, Johanna, and I ate 65 meals at 54 of the best restaurants in the world.
At the Greyhound gate to Atlantic City, three ticket-holding blind persons were swiftly refused entry by the bus driver. The seats were oversold; the door pumped shut and off he drove. One of them began to cry because she had been separated from a blind companion already on the bus.
It all began with a test. A grass-tasting test. One of the most difficult and exacting challenges the Connoisseur has come up against in his career. The acid test of his sensory discrimination. But if he passed the test—ah, the reward was to be the privilege of smoking one of the last stashes on earth of Chateau Forcade, a very special legendary vintage of Colombian gold named after the founder of HIGH TIMES. The test wasn't my idea.
"Master, why am I not stoned?" "Did you smoke from the portion you copped from me this morning, my little Grasstoker?" "Yes, master. I smoked of your portion until I felt as if the Great Yak Mong was stomping on my shaven head. And still I am not stoned."
When I discovered tattooing I was 14 years old, a rebellious high-school dropout looking for a way to make my mark upon the world. It was a hot summer afternoon at the Coney Island Amusement Park, and I had been wandering through the maze of back alleys where the sideshows and strippers were clustered when I suddenly came upon a small, dingy storefront with a wooden sign hanging over the door.
High Times is proud to present the first of a new series of columns by the American underground's greatest man of letters and racetrack tout.
We are in Musso's around 2 P.M.—it's the best time there, the tablecloths aren't out yet and it's quiet; the tourists are at Disneyland. I'm having a turkey sandwich with a side order of fries. I don't know what Blackwell is eating, it's a large rectangle of meat very well done outside (almost black), but inside it's a bright red.
"Whatchoo wanna fight the Russians for? You turn into a big patriot all of a sudden, Connie?" "Shit. The United States declare war on Russia, man, we get cool. We geddadda this fuckin sumphole an' goda fuckin Siberia, man. Ice and snow alla time.
What you will see on the next few pages of this magazine may shock you. These unretouched photos have been culled from many different countries at different times and they graphically depict a social problem that is with us to this day. From the collection of Tuli Kupferberg THE JUNIOR R.O.T.C.MANUAL A complete course for High School Students Fully Illustrated I bambini sono riuniti per il salulo alia bandicra.
A contract with a boy or a man under twenty-one years of age is not binding in law, and this is so because it is realized by all mature people that preceding the age of twenty-one the boy or the youthful man is easily excited, confused and deceived, easily betrayed, cheated and ruined.
355 KUALA LUMPUR, MALAYSIA (AP) —Three drug traffickers were hanged in a Kuala Lumpur prison yesterday, bringing to eight the number executed in the last two years. The government says that 300,000 of the nation's 13 million people are drug addicts.
Marty is a tough man. He likes rock 'n' roll because it gives him an opportunity to kick and spit on people in public, especially when he hooks up with 20 or so like-minded pals. The Clash is his favorite band 'cause he figures they feel the same way he does about such matters.
The fertile imagination of Don Van Vliet has produced yet another great record of musical poetry. His vision, once considered impossibly obtuse and beyond human comprehension, has become an accurate, in a sense almost journalistic, reflection of modern life.
The Torment and Passion of Rainer Werner Fassbinder
Rainer Werner Fassbinder, dead at 36. In the recent wave of mortality that struck the movie industry—Ingrid Bergman, Henry Fonda, Grace Kelly, Warren Oates, John Belushi—this obit was the most shocking; perhaps (excepting Belushi's) the one that gave you the greatest sense of waste and tragedy.
Mephisto (D-Sc: Istvan Szabo. With Karl Maria Brandauer and Rolf Hoppe)—Last year's "Best Foreign Film" Oscar-winner (still in erratic release around the country) is one movie around you should see at any time, in any circumstances. Based on a roman à clef by Thomas Mann's son, Klaus (in it, he ripped up his ex-brother-in-law, actor Gustaf Grundgens—provoking the most famous libel suit in German history), Mephisto recounts the slimy rise and slimier fall of a brilliant thespian, Heinrich Hofgen, who leapfrogs to power on the scaly hindquarters of Hermann Göring—betraying every friend, lover and principle he has in the process.
How Few Plants in Smaller Plots Yield More Cannabis of Higher Quality
San Francisco: The Last Gasp of San Francisco, $9.95 Kayo is the first author to come forth and present an accurate account of the cultural, agricultural and economic phenomena of "sin semilla" cannabis cultivation. For this, he and The Sinsemilla Technique are to be commended.