Everybody who reads HIGH TIMES knows who Hep Cat is, but what about Aid MacSpade? You know, the guy who writes it? Yes, there really is a guy named Aid MacSpade, and he's had an interesting life. Back in the '70s, he played guitar for a punk-rock group called The New York Niggers.
This is in response to the “cultured" gentleman who thought HIGH TIMES centerfolds were unintelligent because they featured photos of marijuana buds and plants (Aug. '88, Letters). I enjoy seeing God’s great green gift to man in all its splendor.
The following is a list of political candidates who support the legalization of marijuana. Due to antidrug hysteria at press time, this is as complete a list as we could find. Although there are many politicians who support legalization, few will go on record.
Just as we were going to press this month, Administrative Law Judge Francis L. Young released his recommendation to the DEA on the medical efficacy of marijuana. In his finding, swell-guy Judge Young recommended that cannabis be switched from Schedule I to Schedule II, thereby making it available by prescription to certain patients—those cancer sufferers made ill by chemotherapy and victims of multiple sclerosis, but not victims of glaucoma.
Hurricane Gilbert left Jamaica a shambles last month (read a HIGH TIMES eyewitness report next issue), and help is desperately needed by the hundreds of thousands left homeless and destitute by the storm. Donations of clothing, canned food, and water purification tablets will be most welcome—contact the Jamaican Consulate at (212) 935-9000 about where to send whatever you can manage.
In a triumphant decision for medical marijuana advocates, a Broward County (Florida) Circuit Court Judge ruled on August 15 that Elvy Musikka, a 43-year-old Hollywood FL resident and glaucoma sufferer, had a medical need for marijuana that far outweighed the law’s need to prosecute her.
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The Fork-Tongued Fascist is a sly, secretive creature. It appears in public only at rare press conferences to cover up the sale of missiles to terrorists, or praise the bang-up job NASA did on the latest rocket launch. Every election year, Fascists try to persuade voters that their get-tough attitude will return us to the glory days of old.
“Whosoever shall have made the poison, sold it, bought it, possessed or administered it, the court shall try him on a capital charge." Looking into the legislation of ancient Rome, this is the closest equivalent I can come up with for a controlled-substance statute: The law against the possession and employment of "poison”, as explicated in 66 BC by Cicero Tully in his forensic criminal-defense summation for Aulus Cluentius Habitus, a well connected young fellow from over by Ravenna who faced a death-by-strangling sentence for poisoning his stepfather, Abbius Oppianicus, and for conspiring to poison his teenaged stepbrother, Oppianicus Junior.
I encourage criticism, and I try to respond to it. In fact, I am very proud that I have made NORML more responsive to criticism and outside points-of-view than many of my predecessors. There is no unity without respect for differences of opinion.
CAN RUSSIA INVADE EUROPE OR, THE BIOLOGICAL IMPERATIVE
WHAT ABOUT MAD?
According to the Bible, Samuel commanded Saul to conquer the lands “God gave to the Hebrews” and exterminate all the animals and humans he encountered. This would then be virgin land for new inhabitants. Samuel's dictum was the ultimate expression of the biological imperative, a popular theory among bio-behaviorists who hold that each person is driven by “selfish genes”.
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I leave the state of Florida, aboard my silver steed A gleaming piece of Pippers work, will fill my every need I soar above the mighty sea, in clouds of snowy white The tanks are full, the engines smooth, a Navajo in flight. I overfly the islands, the Atlantic is so clear Then I spot the landing strip, and drop my landing gear She settles down so smoothly, a feather in the wind I put aboard a thousand pounds, and Zip, I’m off again Coming back across the sea, I’m flying awful low A thousand pounds of contraband, I can’t afford to show Ahead I see a sailboat mast, with lights above aglow But I have no fear of him, as I bank my Navajo The coastline shows as I approach, the skyline is ablaze I’m looking for a cloud to hide in, to beat the Radar’s rays A thunderstorm is raging, out o’er the Everglade I head my Navajo toward it...tonight I have it made!
Although the two major political parties won’t even discuss legalization as a means of dealing with “the drug problems," there is one presidential candidate on the ballot who is calling for legalization of all drugs as a major part of his campaign platform. If you plan to vote in the upcoming elections, you should read this profile of Ron Paul, Libertarian Candidate for president.
By the time you read this, the 1988 presidential election will only be a few weeks away. If you’re a cannabis consumer, voting in this election will probably be one of the most difficult decisions you’ve ever made. After all, the contenders from both major parties are calling for an expanded “War on Drugs.”
Homer Grown, the Northern California grower, recently called to tell me he has a new hobby that he wanted to show me. “You know Ed,” he said, “I don’t have much to do during the winter. Except for a seed crop, manicuring, and getting all the equipment in shape for next year, there just isn’t a whole lot going on.
Michael Kennedy was described in the January 1977 issue as a “radical dope lawyer, whose clients have included Dr. Timothy Lear and Nick Sand, a chemist indicted by the US government for allegedly manufacturing enough LSD to turn on the entire world indefinitely.”
I’m not out to encourage anyone to destroy their mind or body with the use of drugs (or alcohol, cigarettes, coffee, sugar, or TV for that matter), wouldn’t bother myself, but... If the Reagan government (I’m writing this in August 1988, so by the time you read this it’ll be Bush or Dukakis but the effects of Reagan are sure to linger) is going to fund their evil and stupid covert operations in Central America and Southeast Asia by allowing drug lords to ship tons of heroin and cocaine into America while at the same time allowing Meese to spray domestic marijuana crops with paraquat, then let’s just say that saying no to drugs may not always be the best choice.
Somewhere between hypnosis and bio-feedback control lies the RELAXMAN, a Walkman-sized portable Synchro-Energizer (profiled in HIGH TIMES, June ’88) from SYNCHRO TECH. This home unit features 10 computer-generated programs of synchronized light and sound designed to help you relieve stress, stimulate ideas, and even reduce pain. The RELAXMAN retails for $599.95 and includes goggles, headphones, adaptor, and carrying case. The RELAXMAN is available from SYNCHRO-ENERGIZE, 594 Broadway, Room 905, New York, NY 10012 or SYNCHRO TECH, 4574 Broadview Road, Cleveland, OH 44109.
The Farm was set up as a collective venture of several hundred people in 1971, in the hopes of bringing some of the shared psychedelic vision into a grounded reality. It continues today to support 350 people, has a school (K-12), and a world relief service (Plenty), with appropriate technology and soy projects in Africa, Central America, and the USA. They also have a dye-works that produces some of the most brilliant and affordable dyes anywhere. The hooded jersey shown here sells for $37 postpaid. To obtain their catalogue send $1 to: DYEWORKS, P.O. Box 179, Summertown, TN 38483.
Here’s the perfect gift for someone you know who dresses like a yuppie. They’re bargains, too! A suede floppy hat costs only 15 clamshells, a pair of Guatemalan shorts are only ten, while psychedelic glasses are three bucks a pair! Order ’em all through GYPSY ROSE, PO Box 624, Richboro PA 18945. (Add $1.00 postage and handling for first item, .50 for each additional. Hats available in s, m, l, and xl as well as grey, brown and patched. Shorts come in s, m, and l, short and longer lengths, and in striped rainbow or traditional colors. Shades available in Lennon Specs, Byrds Glasses, or Psychedelic Spectrum styles.)
The perfect gift for connoisseurs of contraband rock recordings is HOT WACKS, the most complete discography of bootleg albums available. HOT WACKS features over 350 pages of info, like date of recording, sound quality, cover, and packaging, for just about every bootleg ever released. This indispensable guide to the bastard-son-of-the-recording-industry sells for about $9.95 at your local hip record store. If you can't find it where you live you can write to THE HOT WACKS PRESS, PO Box 585, Station K, Toronto, Canada, M4P 2H1.
Face it—the biggest holiday problem is finding the right Christmas card. But worry no more! Capt. Whizzo, well-known HIGH TIMES illustrator and light show artist, has just the right card for you! With puns like "Just Say Ho!," "Seasoned Green Things," and "Fleas Navidad," no one will forget your next Christmas greetings. To order, send a check or money order made out to WHIZZOGRAMS with $1.00 for postage and handling to WHIZZOGRAMS, c/o HIGH TIMES, 211 East 43rd Street, NYC NY 10017. ($1.25 per card, $10.00 for 10 cards, $20.00 for 25 cards—envelopes included.)
This hammock was hand-woven in the southeast part of Mexico, in an area inhabited mostly by descendants of the Mayan Indians. The company offers a wide range of hammocks, from $18 to $132. For a free catalogue, call 1-800-HANGOUT or (303) 442-2533.
Your favorite Frank Zappa fan will love one of these three box sets of OLD MASTERS, each containing several remastered albums spanning 10 years of FZ’s career, from 1966’s Freak Out (Box 1) to 1976’s Zoot Allures (Box 3), plus various Zappa surprises. Each box set is $100. For ordering info, write BARFKO-SWILL PO Box 5418, N Hollywood, CA 91616 or call the Frank Zappa Hotline at (818) PUMPKIN.
Can you imagine life without a lava lamp? Neither can we. But you probably know someone who could use a little light in their lives. Get one now from GYPSY ROSE, PO Box 624, Richboro, PA 18945 (Special price for HIGH TIMES readers—$59). Each light comes individually gift-boxed, in red lava/yellow liquid or white lava/blue liquid.
An incredible offer for the ultimate Hendrix fan, and who isn’t? You get four posters and three 5” x 7” postcards (not pictured), for only $23.00 (includes postage and handling anywhere in the US)! And it comes in an extra heavy duty cardboard mailing tube! Shown are the historic Fillmore East poster—15½” x 24”, Astroman—17” x 24”, Retrospectacle—17” x 24”, and the historic Shrine Auditorium poster—19” x 27”. Send check or money order to GIVE JIMI c/o PSYCHEDELIC SOLUTION, 33 West 8th Street, N.Y.C, NY 10011.
For the ultimate psychedelic holiday gift, however: how about a customized home appliance by Kenny Scharf, the most famous psychedelic artist of the ’80s? A profile of Scharf appeared in the February ’85 issue of HIGH TIMES (page 46), and he is one of the few artists to be awarded the ultimate HT compliment: a centerfold of one of his paintings. For the complete story on Scharf, however, check Art After Midnight by Steven Hager, St. Martins Press, 1985. Since Scharf’s paintings sell for up to $100,000, we’re not even going to tell you how much he charges for customizing a scooter like the one Allegra (guitarist for The Black Orchids, a New York-based rock band) is sitting on, but if you call the TONY SHAFRAZI GALLERY at (212) 925-8732 they’ll give you an idea.
An 11 month old bonsai with actual miniature resin buds. —Poughkeepsie Poison Growers Poughkeepsie, NY Miracles do happen! I decided to go for it last November and I started some seeds I found in a bag of outdoor-grown killer purple weed from Mendocino.
I have been a grower for five years and every year is better. I live in an old beach house in southern California. I converted one of the rooms into a beautiful garden. I ran all new electrical wires and circuit breakers because this old house would have burned with the old system.
Aloha Doc, I’m trying to grow plants indoors. The seed won’t root. It’s been two weeks. In all the material I’ve read about indoor growing, there is often mentioned the “Sea of Green” method of growing, but without details of the techniques.
As regular readers of this magazine can probably well imagine, we are prone to receiving quite an odd lot of mail here. However, amidst all the postal strangeness come some truly unique gems, easily as beautiful as they are bizarre. There are not a lot of venues for psychedelically inspired art in this age of anti-drug hysteria.
Though slapped with the cyberpunk label, SF writer Lewis Shiner’s work only qualifies by dint of context rather than content. Which means, no mirror-shaded techno-mohawks slouching here, but plenty of contemporary cultural referents that clearly mark the writer as a product of the ’60s-going-on-’90s generation.
Emerald City Halide North is offering the Maximizer CO2 System designed to increase your plant yield and cut down your growing time. The unit controls your whole grow room so you don’t run the exhaust when the CO2 unit is on. Emerald City also features light boards that can run four 1000-watt lights and two fans or a CO2 unit, all with timers for your convenience, as well as a straight 6 light board—your choice for $165.00. Just plug it into a dryer outlet and you’re ready to grow! For more info, call toll free at 1-800-544-7956.
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Dragon Enterprises, Inc. has developed Odor Slayer—a patented high-tech air cleaner that eliminates odor in all grow and drying rooms up to 15' x 20'. Made of stainless steel and non-corrosive Rubbermaid material, the Odor Slayer is quiet, made for continual operation, and energy efficient (using only 2 amps of power). It is available for $467.37 (including freight) and is unconditionally guaranteed. For more information, write to Dragon Enterprises, Inc. PO Box 574, Veradale, WA 99037 or call them toll free at 1-800-541-0446.
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The RainForest system
Diamond Lights presents the RainForest, the only modular aeroponic system available. The RainForest system allows you to root cuttings or germinate seeds and take them to maturity rapidly. It is expandable from 1 to 36 modules and is available only from Diamond Lights. To order the RainForest or get a free catalog, call them toll free at (800) 331-3994 or (415) 459-3994.
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The Max 89 reflector
Hamilton Technology is pleased to offer the Max 89, the most efficient and advanced horizontal reflector on the market today. The Max 89 reflector is ventilated, electrowhite, and adjustable to all 400-watt and 1000-watt metal halide and high pressure sodium systems; the new “V" shape formation above your bulb eliminates light waste. Its “double arc" design gives the maximum, most uniform, and even light reflection possible to assure you maximum output potential. All ballasts are quiet and they are housed in heavy gauge metal boxes with 38 cooling louvers. Write to Hamilton Technology Corp., 14902 S Figueroa St., Gardena, CA 90248 or call 1-800-458-7474 for info.
There are four basic phases of sexual intercourse: The first is desire, followed by excitement, orgasm, and resolution. It is during the resolution phase that achieving an erection can be physically impossible for many males. Some people see Hunter Thompson’s recent writing as being stuck in a literary resolution stage, suffering from a prolonged sort of post-coital slumber, whereby any impulse to compose grammatically correct (let alone socially relevant or artistically valid) prose is sent from the brain down to the fingers, where it is immediately rejected, like a male’s sexual desire is blatantly ignored by his genitals following a prolonged and particularly taxing sexual encounter—the attempt is sincere, the desire is there, but you just cant...in other words, he's fucked out.
"I want to be the most hit-on, talked-about, plastered-on-your-wall rock 'n' roll chick there ever was or ever will be," sez Lorraine Lewis, lead singer of Femme Fatale, a heavy metal band out of Albuquerque, New Mexico. The band's self-titled debut LP is...well...maybe you'd better listen to it and decide for yourself.
Once upon a time, there was a group of dudes and dudettes just hangin’ around, smokin’ a few doobies. We were wondering what we were gonna do with ourselves a couple days before Thanksgiving. Hell, we knew that we weren’t Indians. And we surely couldn’t be Pilgrims.
Ignoring gimcracks like Protocol and First Family and spirit-thumpers like Give 'Em Hell, Harry and Sunrise at Campobello, Hollywood has always revelled in exposing the offenses of politicians and reminding us, time after time, how little integrity they have—at least those who manage to get themselves elected.
We're not talkin' rock operas here, kids. This year has seen a virtual bonanza of quasi-legal, homemade LPs put together by collectors of super obscure discs, the best of which are vintage late '50s/early '60s rock 'n' roll from long forgotten maniacs who were way too extreme for the mainstream back then, and seem even further out of wack nowadays.