can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ), n. One competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of Cannabis.





Heads Up: Nade has returned to Re-Leaf , 1284 Mission Street @ 9th st. in San Francisco. A colorful Sativa previously reviewed here. ( 9 / 8 /09 ). Also in the house are Happy Baked, caramel turtles ( "gourmet goodies with a twist" ) and Moo Cow Butter Cookies, two potently delicious edibles.

The Road To Hollywood Is Paved With Mistakes : Part 3

The Second Dimension

Once we were established in the Lower East Side, our apartment became something of a way station for people coming down from Boston. Some, like Dale Landers, the young poet hooked into heavies such as genius Jack Spicer, John Weiners and Stephen Jonas, came for literary reconnaissance. After all, Allen Ginsberg lived in the hood. Others came down because they heard i knew where to score pot. Their goal was to score a pound, take it back and resell it on campus or whatever. At that time, a pound of pot was a rare item.
My end was usually an ounce off the top. Once however i received one of those shawl-collared, heavy wool, belted Mexican sweaters that gave one the look of an adventurer. It was during the run of the Broadway show and i proudly wore my prize backstage. The great actress Gladys Cooper stopped me on the stairwell and told me her friend, movie star Roddy McDowell had an identical sweater. i wore the thing everywhere after that.
Also living on the Lower East Side were two pals from the Beat days, poet Barbara Moraff and Ray Bremser. Barbara was doing fine but Ray had acquired a nasty Speed habit, shooting amphetamines, and he was emaciated, the once strapping poet down to about a hundred pounds. Shortly thereafter he and his love Bonnie Blue disappeared for good.
Most of the old-line Beats like Kerouac, LeRoi Jones, Joel Oppenheimer and Gil Sorrentino, and Abstract Expressionists like Franz Kline, Larry Rivers and Bob Raushenberg would hold court at the Cedar Tavern on University Place.
While further West a new wave of Actors, Comics, Folkies, Potheads and Jokers were assembling at The Hip Bagel. LSD had arrived in New York, as had a number of new initials including DMT. In the words of Mel Torme "every body's hip, every kind of sound falls from every lip...".
My personal experimentation with Psychedelics and Telepathy was veering into uncharted territory. i became drawn into a book called The Bead Game by Herman Hesse.
Things were reaching critical mass and it was straining our marriage.

Recommended Listening: Smokin' by Miles Davis