Man About Town
( about time )

Can * nois * seur ( kan' us sur' ) n. one competent to render critical judgement on the qualities and merits of cannabis.

"The most amazing property of cannabis is its ability to fog the minds of those who do not use it."

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Man About Town

Having made my bones abroad, i was greeted with new respect in the Apple. i found an apartment in the Gramercy Park area, and quickly re established my boutique service, which was bolstered by new connections impressed by my credentials. The same held true of my clientele, which included Mitch Miller of TV fame, Bob Crewe of Pepsi Generation fame ( also producer of Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels' hit Devil With a Blue Dress ), the great soul singer Jackie Wilson, all the boys at Buddha Records, and my pal Hugh Masekela, who had just scored a hit with Grazin In The Grass, a

nd was newly married to Miriam Makeba. At the same time i made auditions around town, but my slim Broadway credit and 8/10 glossies weren't making a dent. Lady M was something of a fashion designer, so we were on the cutting edge of sixties style. Problem was, in '66 the establishment had yet to pick up on the style, or the fact that a psychedelically evolved generation was perched just over the hill, waiting to take the culture by storm. And my superior boo was fueling the march to enlightenment. There was a new feeling of solidarity, if not brotherhood, up and down New York City. The social set, the new bohemians, seventh avenue salesmen and models, rockers, folkies, jazz musicians, literary types, advertising men, film directors, editors, secretaries, bartenders, social workers, teachers, shoe salesmen, whatever--all passing the same joint...the sacred herb. However casting agents and producers still saw me as a long-haired alien from Venus. Now i had lost touch with Robert Gilman but Jerry Cole and Rick Lloyd were in and out of town, reporting on the scene in London and the West Coast. Rick Lloyd seemed to know everyone from Janis Joplin to Neal Cassady. Rich had gotten a gig in the TV commercial biz as a PA, and Ray Lofaro was starting to become a hot commercials producer. There was a sense of renewed enthusiasm since JFK's murder, and a certainty that change was here. However it was still the dark ages of enforcement, and the heat was always just outside the door.

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