1979 May High Times - Vintage Marijuana Magazine

Description: Yes we combine shipping for multiple purchases.Add multiple items to your cart and the combined shipping total will automatically be calculated. 1979 May High Times - Vintage Marijuana Magazine - Harlem's High Heydays Interview:Sante BarioCraig Copetas 38A Short Historyof the DevilGlenn O'Brien 46Confessions ofa ViperBernie Brightmanas told toLarry Sloman 52Centerfold:Marijuanaaroundthe WorldLaurence Cherniak 57How to Buyan IslandDave Noland 62Media:Reading,Writingand ReeferMadnessGlenn O’Brien65Vagabond:Scoring inLos AngelesVictor Bockris 68Comix75 |HIGHWITNESSNEWS 23THEPLANET 83New ’Ludes AreLemmons 23’Lombo Qov Nailedfor Dope Dea's ____23Cocaine Swordfishinvade Northeast___24High Timos ClipsDBA Acid 27High Crimea 28CocsSft® Confidential 29National Weed 30High A Eighty______32Fear Moonie Takeoverof U.S. Fishing ____84Texas Oil Company toBuild Port InLaG uajlra 87Used Nuke Plants aWorldwide Threat_89Kimonos on the WayOut In Japan 91Disco Turns PoliticalIn Africa 92International Weed _93DEPARTMENTSOpinion; Daniel Schorr 8_______________Letters_____________________________11Adviser_ 14Sex_ 16Sports 18_____________________________Dope 20_______________________________Trans-High Market Quotations_ 34High Society 36________________________Health 97_____________________________Law_ 99Records___________________________100Books_106Flash_113Sideshow_114I can’t help but smile now remember-ing the first time I got high on reefer.It was in the toilet of the Savoy Ball-room, at 141st and Lenox Avenue, in theheart of Harlem. I was an innocent 16year old working in the garment centerschlepping racks and living at home withmy parents in Brooklyn. My buddies andI used to go up to Harlem to dig on thesounds of the latest Big Bands, two livejumping bands each Saturday night. Welived for that music, that beat, and forthe dancing that went with it. My palSammy Bergman and I had just won ashag contest at the Loew’s Oriental inBrooklyn and we wanted to go uptown tothe Savoy, where the good dancers were,and show them our shit. It was the musicthat got me into grass. After all, thereweren't that many people who knewwhat grass was in 1937.I certainly didn’t. So when a cat weknew from the neighborhood, a tenorplayer, came up and asked us if wewanted to get high and if we had aquarter, I flipped him a coin faster thanLester Young could do the scales. Afterall, we figured that reefer, whatever itwas, had to be better than that King Konghomemade whiskey that was then therage of Harlem. When he came back afew minutes later with two thin cigar-ettes we retreated to the bathroom andlit up.I didn’t think it was much, so I wentback out onto the dance floor and walkedin front of the bandstand to try to pick upsome tips from the alto player. Boom. Ithit me like a flash; suddenly I was swing-ing like I have never swung in my life.The music cut through me like a ma-chete, and I felt like a tuning fork vibrat-ing to the E chord of the universe. All thatshit of being a shipping clerk in the gar-ment center, all that drag, that pressure,that drudgery—it was gone, behind me,at least till I hit the IRT and made my wayhack to Brooklyn.But grass was one bright spot in thoseleak years of the Depression. I’m talk-lng about a time when you went straight?!{tofhigh school and made maybe eightdollars a week on a job. Like it was drab,heavy—milk lines, relief lines. Daddydon’t come home with no pay. Go out andgrub, sell ice cream and sodas on thebeach, newspapers on the street, delivercirculars door to door, whatever. I waspushing the racks in the garment centerand that swing music was the only thingkeeping my spirit alive.And what music! Cats like BennyGoodman, Coleman Hawkins, LesterYoung, Count Basie, Jimmy Lunsford,Erskine Hawkins and, of course, Satch-mo himself. I was fooling around on thealto myself, and the only place to dig thelatest sounds was Harlem. And the hip-pest place in Harlem for a young Jewishkid like myself was the Savoy Ballroom,where you could get in for 20 cents on aSaturday night as long as you made thescene before 8:00 P.M.And if you were hip, on your way to theSavoy, right on the corner were two catsnamed Mickey and Crappy who soldgrass. That was their corner for years;eventually Crappy wound up buying the... And much more!

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