I was happily surprised when I picked up the March 29th issue of the New York Times and found an extensive profile of our music columnist James Marshall—AKA The Hound. Although I've known Marshall was the best rock writer in America for some time, I never expected any such revelations out of the Times.
How can a musican who prides himself on his artistic integrity ("Robert Plant," April '91) justify piecing together chart-toppers from smidgens of Led Zeppelin classics, ál la "Tall Cool One?" Also, he ought to refrain from slamming Whitesnake so harshly, considering Led Zeppelin was guilty of borrowing not only styles but songs, and lots of them.
The Nevada Athletic Commission stripped Greg Haugen of his World Boxing Organization junior-welter-weight title when a post-fight drug test found traces of pot in the fighter’s urine. Haugen was also fined $25,000 and ordered to perform 200 hours of community service, undergo drug counseling and submit to random drug tests for a year at his own expense.
HIGH TIMES: Could you give us a little of your political background? Judi Bari: I'm 41-years old. I went to college completely straight and got totally turned around by the cultural revolution. I was right at the heart of the hippie movement and the Vietnam-War movement.
The story of Quannah Parker, the man who brought peyote to North America! Peter Gorman travels to Texas and Oklahoma to visit the family of Quannah Parker, an unsung hero of the psychedelic revolution. What was Quannah's role in the creation of the Native American church?
Despite a change of date—from April Fool’s Day to April 6—Hash Bash drew nearly 10,000 supporters of hemp reform to the University of Michigan’s Diag in Ann Arbor. Only 23 arrests were made, half of last year’s total. Sunny, unseasonably-warm weather helped swell the crowd, Hash Bash organizer Thom Harris admitted.
HIGH TIMES and the West Virginia Freedom Fighters arrived at the Portage Lake Camping Area early Thursday morning, April 4. Hash Bash focalizer Thom Harris was there with fruit and coffee. After a well-needed two-hour nap, we slowly awoke and began setting up camp.
Ken and Barbra Jenks—a Panama City Beach, Florida couple battling AIDS— received their first supply of legal medical marijuana on February 22. It was the third time the government has supplied pot for AIDS patients. Arrested for cultivating and possessing marijuana on March 29, 1990, the Jenkses’ lawyer, John Daniel, argued medical necessity during a one-day trial in July.
Elvy Musikka is a true pioneer. In 1977, she won the right to smoke pot as a medication for her glaucoma. Arrested for growing a few plants, Elvy’s lawyer successfully argued that she needed marijuana for medical use. The Florida native then went out and obtained FDA approval, only the second person to do so (Robert Randall was the first).
In Venice Beach this spring, there was a new sideshow to go along with the heavily-tanned roller skaters, ironpumpers and show-biz wannabees. It was the two booths, festooned with banners rippling like the canvas sails of old, installed on the boardwalk by the California Hemp Initiative (CHI).
In the summer of ’85, I worked at Wavy Gravy’s Camp Winnarainbow in Humbolt County, California. The kids there practiced performing arts from juggling to tightrope-walking. I was the comedy counselor. Each afternoon, the campers would demonstrate what they had learned.
Imagine this scenario: You are at home in your apartment with your brother, who has come to visit after a year in Alaska working as a deckhand on a fishing boat. It is early evening and you are about to order pizza when there comes a loud, peremptory banging at the door.
They are innocent bystanders in the Drug War crossfire, faced with a Hobson's Choice: break the law by acquiring illegal marijuana, or be subject to needless pain and suffering. Physicians have been advising patients: “It is easier for you to locate your own marijuana than it is for me to force the government to provide it.”
Recently, the roads of science—like those of most other big businesses— have become dangerously clogged with the cross traffic of commerce and politics. And those packed thruways have started looking like duel-to-the-death demolition derbies, rather than the polite, Sunday-afternoon promenades we’ve been led to believe science is supposed to be.
Bob Marley & the Wailers (Tuff Gong/Island) It’s been five years since the release of Rebel Music, the last posthumous Bob Marley compilation. With its rare tracks and interview segments, Talkin’ Blues Will similarly satisfy Marley-philes.
Martinez is the perfect choice," Robyn E. Blumner, executive director of the Florida ACLU told The New York Times. "We have a loyal Republican who is suddenly out of a job, a former governor [of a state] where the Drug War was fought. He's qualified to the same degree that Bennett, a former secretary of education, was qualified.
Carolyn "Mountain Girl" Garcia—or "MG" as she's known to her friends—has been a part of the Grateful Dead family from the beginning. While she's probably best known for being Jerry Garcia's wife, MG was in fact one of the original Merry Pranksters and a close associate of Ken Kesey—definitely a pioneering woman of the counterculture (check out Tom Wolfe's Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test).
More than ten years ago Don Irving, author of Growing Marijuana in the British Isles, and I heard about a hemp-research laboratory in central France at Le Mans. After making contact with the Federation Nationale de Productures de Chanvre (The National Federation for the Production of Hemp), we decided to make the trip and look the place over.
Looking back on all the ordeals I’ve gone through and the risks I’ve taken, I think I must have been a little crazy to grow pot for as many years as I did. Maybe I just like to see those suckers grow. The first time I got serious about it was in 1984. I made a small clearing in some woods near my house, dug holes and filled them with soil and compost that I carried out from my mother’s vegetable garden.
The seeds were from an Afghan variety which grows well in our climate. This was my shortest plant, but by far the heaviest. The monster was grown in a blackberry patch and moved by the shed for pictures. It was harvested in mid-October and yielded 1 lb., 14 oz.
STRAIGHT OUTTA HOLLAND: URBAN DANCE SQUAD ROCKS THE HOUSE
HIGH TIMES chills with Holland's hottest band.
For months, Urban Dance Squad’s Mental Floss for the Globe sat on my CD shelf collecting dust. (I get lots of free records.) Any group that would give themselves such a generic name couldn’t be too important or cool, right? Then I caught their video for “Deeper Shade of Soul.”
The "fine arts" (painting and sculpture), more so perhaps than any other medium of expression, have the uncanny potential to grasp and even articulate the intangible and elusive realm of metaphysical reality. Suzanne Williams, whose meticulously-and obsessively-rendered abstract paintings grace this month's High Art, offers up some of the most provocative, sublime and penetrating insights into the dense, problematic and profound territory of metaphysical spectacle.
When Nicholas Pastore took over the New Haven, Connecticut Police Department last January, he set his eyes on the city's drug dealers. He knew where they lived, knew what they looked like and he sent his narcotics squad out to get them. The officers descended on the neighborhoods, marched up to the front doors and unloaded their new weapons: information packets.
Psychedelics Now: A Report on the Bridge Conference
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Bulbous, frog-like eyes twinkled mischievously as they peered out at the audience. The speaker's shiny, oversized, cranial dome seemed to hover over his amphibious visage, dwarfing his tiny silver goatee. The net effect was a peculiar hybrid—fusing the image of a superintelligent, '50s B-movie extraterrestrial with that of a mythic Oriental sage.
The newly-published The Federal Mafia: How It Illegally Imposes and Unlawfully Collects Income Taxes (With Ways for Fighting Back), by famed tax critic Irwin Schiff will convince you that paying your taxes is totally voluntary. This startling exposé of US government tax-collection policies and actions also provides readers with methods of preventing official IRS seizures. Fully documented. Order from: Freedom Books, 60 Skiff Street, Hamden, CT 06518. $19.95 + $2 postage and handling; or call (800) 528-0559 with your credit-card order.
Want to produce bigger, healthier buds, and double, even triple their potency? Let RNG Systems show you how! Through the application of their 100% organic formula and simple, step-by-step program, you'll genetically alter your plants and grow the kind "that dreams are made of." (See pg. 59 of this issue). Send $19.95, check or money order to: RNG Systems, PO Box 483, Rockford, MN 55373-0483.
"Sexual Positions," a 60-minute video produced by MFM, is one of the best-filmed studies of lovemaking available. This definitive and complete guide boldly depicts lovemaking with all of its many variations. And, yes, it features beautiful people, vivid photography, original music and simple narration. Available from the Xandria Collection (see page 27). Special offer: Buy the video and get the book FREE! Mail a $4 check or money order (which will be credited toward your video purchase) and receive your catalog: Xandria Collection, Dept. HHO 691, PO Box 31039, San Francisco, CA 94080.
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The expanded sonic range of the CD is good for something other than waking up the neighbor’s pooch—it makes the reverb and vibrato-laden sound of surf music sound fantastic. Following are some of the better ho-dad hits on compact disc: The Best Of Dick Dale & His Del-Tones (Rhino) Dick Dale was the prime architect of surf music, and one of the greatest (and most underrated) tone benders in rock’n’roll history.
Summertime has always played well on the American cultural landscape. That’s when we hit the beaches, cruise the city streets in an open convertible and barbeque in the park. We reestablish a strong relationship with the outdoors. I’ve always wondered, “What makes summer so alluring?
This hookah was passed down to me by my uncle. It’s over 15 years old, and has seen many people baked out of their minds by the kind love bud (which you can stuff ¼-ounce of in its handmade ceramic bowl on top). With this hookah there are no drawbacks, just “high times” for all.
The two-headed kingsnake lives in the reptile display at Arizona State University, along with every variety of rattlesnake native to Arizona—from the five-foot western diamondback to the rare, 20-inch massasagua rattlesnake, as well as two Gila monsters.
The General was pissed. He didn’t like journalists in the first place. They are, after all, the traditional enemy of the military. And now, what with a real war on his hands, the last thing he needed was some First Amendment-spouting college faggot trying to take pictures of it.
Hear it? That bluesy alto wailin’ in the night? Yeah, me too! Sounds good.... Let’s check it out! Charlie Parker: The Legendary Dial Masters, Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 (Stash), is a cornerstone to any CD jazz library. These two CDs, featuring material recorded in the ’40s were performed by an ever-changing group of musicians (including J.J. Johnson and Miles Davis, whose cool, spare approach contrasted with Parker’s hot, quicksilver tempo even then).
Thom Harris, last year’s Freedom Fighter of the Year, recently sent in a great idea. "Why don’t we stamp all of our dollar bills with a word balloon or a rubber stamp that says: ‘I GREW HEMP!’ That way, the fact that George Washington, the father of our country, grew cannabis would get some publicity!" I think Thom has a great idea.