High Times Greats: Interview With Norman Mailer

Norman Mailer (1923 – 2007) would have been 97 on January 31. To celebrate, we’re republishing this interview from September, 1979, conducted by Legs McNeil.

At the age of 56, Norman Mailer has the right to call himself America’s Greatest Living Writer—even if he’s not. For one thing, maybe he is. He is a great writer. Definitely America’s Greatest Macho-Hetero Writer Over Military Age. But even if Mailer’s literary genius has dimmed somewhat over the 30 years of his certified greatness, he still would maintain his position on assertion alone.

Norman Mailer has been running for Greatest Writer in America for 40 years, ever since he was a 16-year-old punk freshman at Harvard, running for the Literary Presidency as if it actually existed somewhere in the shadow of the Great American Novel. Mailer has been the champ since Hemingway blew his brains out.

He was famous at 21 with his bestselling war novel, The Naked and the Dead, and continued to ride the crest of literary celebrity, turning even disasters into triumphs with alchemic gall.

He has married more women than most men have fucked. He stabbed one of his wives several times with a penknife. He has owned prizefighters. Starred in his own movies. He pays more alimony than some corporation presidents make in a year.

He has been the theoretician for hipsters everywhere, whether they wanted him or not. He drank a lot of booze, took Seconal and bennies, and smoked a lot of grass. He turned into “General Marijuana” and cofounded the Village Voice, hipster newspaper, in 1956, and there wrote some historically outrageous columns, and quit in a huff.

Mailer was never afraid to air an idea, no matter how unpopular it might be, and continuously renewed his notoriety with such works as “The Homosexual Villain,” written for an early gay magazine, and “The White Negro,’’ a veritable theology of hip.

As the hipster community turned into a hippie nation, Mailer turned activist, covering the protest movement and the political machines with all the tools he developed for the Great American Novel. He also took time out from covering the big beat to run for mayor of New York in 1969. His campaign was a spectacular, and he actually won a lot of votes, for an admitted wife stabber, marijuana smoker and novelist; but of course Mailer lost. But over the years more and more hard-core New York politicos have come around to adopting many of the revolutionary planks of Mailer’s mayoral platform.

In recent years Mailer has turned out interesting books and essays on an incredible range of topics, from manned space flight to feminist rhetoric to graffiti to Marilyn Monroe and ever onward. His latest nonfiction work is The Executioner’s Song, a book about Gary Gilmore, published this fall by Little, Brown & Company, followed by a paperback edition by Warner Books. Sometimes it seems as though he turns out a book for the bucks, but nobody does better coffee-table literature.

The Great American Novel is still awaited. Mr. Mailer is no doubt working on it. But at least he gives us a Great American Novelist to read in the meantime.

Mr. Mailer was interviewed for High Times by Legs McNeil, cofounder of Punk magazine, rock ‘n ’ roll impresario, and a man who sometimes seems to be running for something himself.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting in Elvis Costello’s room at the Sherry-Netherland talking to him and his manager, Jake Riviera, about some new tapes by Shrapnel, the group I manage. It was a real quick meeting because they were going out to dinner with their girl friends. Afterward I was feeling kind of sick. I ran downtown to visit a couple of writer friends, jukebox experts John Tybell and Martha Thomases, and sat down. I hadn’t eaten anything for three days, and the drink Elvis had given me made me feel terrible. Suddenly Martha came in and asked me if I wanted to meet Norman Mailer. I said, “Okay, give me a minute,” got up and walked into the kitchen, where Mailer was standing by the fridge. Everyone was watching us because I’d been compared to Mailer in a cover story in the Village Voice a few weeks earlier.

“I’m sure you’ve never read anything I’ve written, and I’ve never read anything you’ve written, so, just to set the record straight, we’re even,” I began. He laughed and we had a great conversation about war for an hour, pulling beers out of the fridge every few minutes. Before the evening ended I casually invited Norman to come see Shrapnel play the following week. I thought he’d like my guys because they wear army uniforms all the time; even at home my lead singer walks around with a belt of grenades strapped across his chest. I really didn’t think he’d come, so I was surprised when his secretary called a couple of days later and said Norman wanted to come to the benefit we were playing at CBGB for a fund to buy bullet-proof vests for the New York police.

That night Norman pulled up in front of the club in a Checker cab and jumped out escorting a scorching redhead, Martha’s friend Norris Church, a real hot number whom only a real man like Mailer could catch and keep. Everyone looked at Norman, but then everyone looked at Norris and they didn’t bother to look back at Norman. We had to lead him around the back of the club through a dark alley full of broken glass. It seemed appropriate.

We sat down at a table with four or five beautiful girls and ordered drinks. Norman really seemed to enjoy himself in the smoke-filled, tightly packed ambiance of the tiny rock club. It was so crowded he had to stand on a chair in order to see the band. Halfway through the concert he elbowed his way to the front of the crowd.

Afterward we all went back to Joey Ramone’s loft to continue the party. Norman told me we had to talk alone, dragged me into a side room, and we had a big talk. He said he was the Godfather and I had to listen to him because I was just like him. He told me that he’d fucked up his life and I shouldn’t be a fuck-up. Then we decided to do a big interview together and talk about everything on tape.

So the next day at noon I found myself pulling up in a cab outside Mailer’s home in Brooklyn Heights. As I walked into his apartment Norman was talking on the phone, so I sat down with Norris, who was feeding her baby, who was wearing a bib with “United States Infantry” written on it. I was real hung over, so I didn’t eat my lunch, and I was really glad I didn’t because Norman spent the whole time describing how a friend of his had gotten a knife stuck in his arm and how Norman had pulled it out and tried to sew it up. After two hours trying, and sticking all this needle and thread in the guy’s arm, they gave up and called a doctor.

Norman’s apartment is enormous. At one end, big windows overlook the East River and ships parked like they were in his backyard. The room has 20-foot-high ceilings, and a series of ladders and ropes stretch throughout it leading across various catwalks to different rooms. He has an enormous plastic Erector Set scale model of what he thinks Manhattan should look like against one wall, and he explained to me how you could get around the city transported on a whole system of really complex electric cable cars or something, I didn’t completely understand. When I started asking him questions about it he said it hadn’t been perfected yet. As we walked away he knocked off a corner section of one of the model’s apartment buildings. “You just wiped out 50 people!” I screamed.

“Aw, they shouldna lived there in the first place,” he said. “That was a dangerous part of town. That was the slums.”

I followed Norman out of his apartment downstairs to a small office he maintains in the building, a scene straight out of Raymond Chandler. He pulls out a set of keys, unlocks a door with a glass panel, and I feel like I’m in a cheap private detective’s office like in The Maltese Falcon. Piles of newspapers and books everywhere. A small hot plate. A broken swivel chair. Norman plugged in his tape recorder, I plugged in mine, and we began to talk. Throughout our conversation the distant cries of men working on the ships and the whining of the engines of enormous cranes played in the background. Mailer is a mesmerizing storyteller. His impish eyes never left my face; they glowed at me all the time. He’s so articulate I wanted to laugh all the time, because no one can talk as good as Norm.

High Times: I guess we should start off by talking about your views of masculinity, because much of what we discuss in this interview will revolve around those opinions. What is masculinity? What is power?

Mailer: Well, I think there are two kinds of masculinity, and maybe we could start with that and separate them. The women’s movement always talks about masculinity as if it’s synonymous with power. They talk about men having power and using power, and they equate that to masculinity. Well, there’s another kind of masculinity altogether, there are a lot of dudes that you really do respect who have no power at all. They want freedom. And they just don’t want anyone ever to be able to fuck them over. And they live their lives that way. Sometimes they have a certain moral authority, say a certain moral power over their friends. Their friends will tend to do what they suggest. But they don’t have any interest in dominating people. They just don’t want under any circumstances to be dominated themselves by anything or anybody. That kind of masculinity is interesting, because it carries you into deeper and deeper games that end in your own death ultimately.

Now with the other kind of masculinity, we’re talking about guys who look for power. That means a lot of creeps are seen as masculine, for half of the people who run the world are creeps. They have an awful lot of power, and they know how to get power. Getting power in the world has very little to do with being masculine. In fact, very often it consists of the opposite, of assiduously sucking up and at the right time biting the ass that’s been feeding you.

High Times: Are you a good example of the first type of masculinity you describe?

Mailer: I try to be that, but I think I’m a poor representative.

High Times: What do you think of gay rights and homosexuality, as it relates to your theory of masculinity?

Mailer: I don’t know what my ideas would be if I were growing up now. I grew up in a part of Brooklyn where certain things were demanded of you, incumbent upon you, and being a f*ggot was a fate worse than death. I grew up with every negative attitude you could have about homosexuals. I never was the kind of guy that believed in going on parties to find them, catch them, beat them up. I never got into that sort of life, and none of my friends did, but even to this day I notice that with my sons and their friends, “f*ggot” is still a real term of abuse.

I think there’s something fundamental involved, very difficult and very tricky, and I don’t know that I want to even approach answering it in an interview. I’m 56 now. I’m just saying, when I grew up it was so different from the way it is now. The homosexuals were so underground that you’d literally have a guy who’d be your friend for years and then find out he was a homosexual. It was almost like that. And homosexuals in those days were people who wrote assignation notes on bathroom walls.

I was in the army for a couple of years. I never knew, to my knowledge, one homosexual in the army. I never heard it ever discussed. In prisons, it’s a funny thing, you can go in, on the outside, go in as a reporter as I have, and the one thing you can’t ask convicts about is homosexuality in prisons. They look at you blankly like, oh yeah, yeah we got a queer down in cellblock C. It’s the same code that existed in the Brooklyn streets when I was a kid. They may all be willy-nilly one way or another having to practice some form of homosexuality, two-thirds of them are, but they’re not talking about it on the outside and it’s absolute undercover.

So this world where a young man has to make out as a homosexual or he can’t make out at all is foreign to me. I can’t begin to know what I would feel and that’s why I evade answering. I don’t know whether I’d be highly indignant, or whether I’d be tolerant. I don’t have a clue. Politically, I’m for gay rights just as I am for women’s rights.

High Times: You are?

Mailer: Yeah, I am. I just don’t like the idea of the government or the state dictating anything to people that isn’t absolutely necessary.

High Times: You’ve had a few battles with the women’s movement, and they seem to have picked you as their number-one scapegoat for a lot of their frustrations or anxieties. How do you feel about that?

Mailer: I think I was selected because I’m a reasonably large target and I’m a soft one. I doubt if I’m their number-one enemy.

There’s nothing remarkable to me about women wanting to have independence in their lives or wanting to be able to express themselves. And in fact I’m even for women’s liberation in one way. Society forces us to become cowards, and we want to be brave. And I would say a woman has absolutely the same right to be brave as a man, and anything that does squash them and encourage them to be cowards is bad.

High Times: What else bothers you about the women’s movement besides what they say about Norman Mailer?

Mailer: They think they’re increasing the amount of liberty for all people, and I think they may be advancing what may end up being the worst totalitarianism of them all, which is a technological incarceration of this whole attitude that there are no differences between men and women. I think they’re working to that kind of tyranny. Unconsciously, but they’re working for it. Because to the degree that we make men and women more and more alike, we’re making it easier for the machine to function.

Everything in the world is narrowing down into a computer. By the time they get one computer that can handle everyone’s affairs on earth they got it made. Then there’s total control. So at that point if you have to deal with just one kind of unit, to wit a human person, how much better off the computer is than if it has to deal with men and women. And that is what I think is the most dangerous element in women’s lib. They’re not saying, look we may be a profoundly different species from men, but we have the same right to say what our rights are and fuck you. But they’re saying there’s no difference between men and women. I think they’re demented, then.

You see, women’s lib is like everything else. You get people who are serious representatives of their point of view and who are willing to live by it and die for it, and then you got a bunch who are making a career for themselves where otherwise they would not have had it.

High Times: Did you want to be a great writer?

Mailer: Yes, when I was young. Now I just want to go 15 rounds.

High Times: But when you started off you had a romanticized vision. You wanted to kayo Hemingway.

Mailer: Yeah, you don’t remember when Hemingway wanted to kayo Tolstoy? He gave an interview many, many years ago where he said, I forget how he put it, it was roughly, I went 15 rounds with the best, and I took so and so, and I took so and so, and five years ago I beat Charles Dickens, and so on. He said, now I’m going after Tolstoy. Something of that sort. It was an interview. He did it with Lillian Ross in the New Yorker many years ago. It got him into an awful lot of trouble and he sounded like an asshole.

And I have had my days when I’ve had my large ambitions, but as you get older you get a sense that that is all to the side. The size of your ambition and the top of your head have very little relation. It’s not how big your ambition is at the place where you can recognize it, it’s how big that ambition is in your guts. Because the last place the ambition dies is in the guts; so you can think your ambition is dead, but it’ll still be stirring. In other words, at a certain point it may be too much of a luxury to keep the ambition alive in your head. As long as it’s functioning in your guts and you’re doing your work, then maybe the ambition still exists at the level permitted to you. We all go around and we fuck our brains out and we drink our eyes out and by the time we’re ready, by the time we learned enough to write great books, our fingers are arthritic and our will is gone. And that’s everybody’s sad story.

So what you’re trying to do is, you’re hoping that you kept as much as you can. In other words, you kept enough intact to be able to do the big stuff at the end. Cus D’Amato, the guy who managed Floyd Patterson and Jose Torres, said the real difficulty in getting a fighter into top shape to fight is that if the man’s in top shape and loses, he’s got no excuse. So a guy likes to come in at 90, 85 percent of his top form. Then if he loses, he’s got his copout. But if he’s in top shape and he’s licked, there’s no out for him.

The same is true of writers, only more so, because they’re not used to getting in shape to begin with. But as long as a writer is fucking his brains out or drinking his eyes out he’s got his excuse. You know, “I wasn’t enough of a man to lick drink.” Bullshit. I wasn’t enough of a man to write a big book, that’s what it was. So I don’t know what my ambition is. It isn’t in my head every day these days.

High Times: Is there one big one that you’re going for?

Mailer: Yeah, I’ve got 800 pages done on a manuscript, and it finally will be about 3,000 if I ever finish it.

High Times: Who are you going to lick if you finish it?

Mailer: Myself.

High Times: You’re not looking to kayo anyone else?

Mailer: When you get older, you stop thinking about: is so and so better than me? It doesn’t really matter. These days, when I hear some guy around my age has written a very good book, my feeling is hey all right, okay. Because I know what it means by now. There are writers I haven’t spoken to in 20 years; I feel more brotherhood for them now than I felt 20 years ago when we were supposed to be friends and were envious as hell of each other. Because I know what it means to write a good book. If they can do it, maybe there’s more hope for me.

High Times: Is writing romantic?

Mailer: No.

High Times: Not at all?

Mailer: Not at all. Not in the act. It’s romantic before and after. It’s romantic in that it makes you more romantic. Women look at you more romantically, yes. You can feel romantic about yourself when a book is done. Or the best part of writing a book is when you’re thinking about the book. The ideas begin to come. The book is beginning to open. You certainly feel good about yourself. But the daily grind is deadly. It’s killing. It’s why people don’t write.

There’s something about going in every day and facing that empty page. The amount of character you need over the years to do it. I know by now if I’ll be writing for the next four or five months, my weight is going to balloon up. My health is going to go. I’ll start coming down with gout and arthritis, which I do every time. It’s like the act of thinking that hard that many hours a day produces poisons in my system that hit my joints and my bones. You live in tension. You live the same kind of harried life a businessman does. He’s got 18 things in his head. He’s got to worry the whole day. He can’t quit his job at five o’clock. He stays with it all the time. You’re hard to get along with. All that. And then you go in every morning and every morning you got to get yourself in shape to face that page.

High Times: How do you overcome the mental obstacles?

Mailer: I do it because I’m a pro. The one thing I can say is I’m a professional. You give me a job and tell me how long I have to do it, and I’ll do it.

High Times: How do you pick your subjects? Do you feel your reputation is at stake because you picked pop subjects like Marilyn Monroe and Gary Gilmore?

Mailer: A lot of it is economic. Every year I’ve been getting deeper into debt. Each year a book has come along that offers temporary alleviation to that crisis. The Marilyn Monroe story because I was invited to do a preface for a book of photographs about Marilyn Monroe and I was going to get 50 grand for the preface. And I thought this is the best thing that was offered to me in a long time. I always loved Marilyn Monroe. The thought of sitting down and studying all her movies and then writing a preface and getting 50 grand for 10 or 15 or 20 thousand words struck me as terrific.

So of course what happened is I went on to write a biography of her. And I have a hunch it’s one of the three or four books I’ll be remembered by. But it all happened by accident. I didn’t sit down and say, my aesthetic purpose now is to write a biography about Marilyn Monroe. Only a preface.

And the Gilmore book started the same way. It looked like an awful lot of money for 100,000 words and 300 pages, and it ended up being 1,700 pages and 400,000 words and got me deeper in debt.

High Times: John Holmstrom in Punk magazine did a review of Superman, and I took this quote from him, which I feel really sums up America. I was wondering if you want to comment about it. I quote: “The film goes right over critics’ heads. Critics hate comic books. Comic books are trash. But as we all know, America’s glory is in its trash. America produces more trash, better trash, than anybody else. And if it can’t be thrown away, it’s useless.’’

Mailer: Maybe I’m a little conservative, but I think the problem is getting rid of the fuckin’ trash.

High Times: Why?

Mailer: Because if you don’t, you choke in it. That’s what’s happening now. TV. I think the American disease is TV. You got people watching shit six hours a day. There’s nothing life-giving about that shit. Why the fuck do I have to have my attention interrupted by a commercial?

High Times: So they can be on the air and sell something.

Mailer: Bullshit. They can be on the air another way. Those commercials are part of the waste. America has become a garbage economy. Those huge resources given to armaments are pure trash. It’s not a way to be serious about war but to keep a trash economy going. Why, about the time they start getting serious about war, and start having war games between nations, they will need one-tenth the size of the present-day armies.

High Times: Why?

Mailer: We’ve gotten to a point where you can’t have a major war any longer because it will destroy everything. However, the creeps keep acting as if they are going to have that major war, so they have armies that are very, very large.

High Times: Yeah, but they have small wars now.

Mailer: Let me get to my next point. The reason they have those large armies is because as long as they have a large army they can run the machine their way. Everything has to be run to support that fuckin’ large army. That large army becomes a third of our national economy. You see, they’re so pious. They all say: Well, war is horrible; we’re trying to avoid war. As you say, there are small wars all the time. If we could agree that there’s nothing wrong with a small war. . .That there are worse societies than societies in which men die for their country. That’s not terrible, to die for your country. What’s terrible is if you die for your country in a time of horseshit. It’s terrible if you die for your country for the wrong reason, for a war that shouldn’t have been fought, that didn’t need to be fought, that didn’t involve the country’s destiny but just involved various power plays by various power brokers. From the First World War on, that’s what’s been horrible about war. The Second World War wasn’t completely horrible. There was something going on. There was a real philosophical battle of large dimensions.

Then, after the Second World War, it looked like we’re going to have a war with Russia. All during that time we didn’t have any politics, all we had was anti communism. That served as a smoke screen for the corporations in America to take over America. I’m willing to say that in the ten years following the Second World War, the American corporations got five times more powerful than they had been in the ’30s. And by now they’re ten times more powerful than they were 40 years ago. They run everything in this country. Now they don’t run it as a fascistic totalitarian dictatorship, in that they don’t get together and they don’t have a leader, but they have created a community of opinion that’s terribly single-minded and very dull. Very stultified. They created a kind of boredom for the center of American life that’s hideous.

You look at those goddamn superhighways, they’re the dullest fuckin’ roads in the history of Christendom. They create a world in which you drive on these highways at 55 miles an hour. Drivers get cancer from fighting to keep from falling asleep. Does anybody ever measure that? So there are 5,000 less people killed on the highway every year because we go 55 miles an hour. But how many people die of cancer who used to go out and get in their car and drive 80 and get their rocks off and have a little self-respect for themselves? Now they can’t.

I’m exaggerating to make a point, but they sicken a little bit. To go out on a highway now and take a drive is to sicken a little bit.

High Times: You’re saying everything is dull.

Mailer: They’re taking the zip out of everything.

High Times: But communism is so much more boring. At least in America you can go and make your own zip. You won’t make too much money off of it. . .

Mailer: Yeah, there’s more freedom here. I’d never say there isn’t. I think we have something nonexportable in America, to the degree that American capitalism is serious as an achievement. I don’t give a damn about the communist countries. This is the only country I know and I’ve lived here all my life and I think to the degree we have freedom we’re a great country. But I think that we’re having less freedom every year. And that worries me much more than the communists taking over the world. Because I think it’s meaningless to take over the world as such. We’re talking in 19th-century terms. The more the communists take over the world, the less they’ll be able to manage it. I’ve been saying this for 20 years. The moment the communists get power, they have to fight against themselves because they’re cannibalistic. Wherever you have a totalitarian vision of existence you cannot permit the differences of opinion that a democracy can accept.

High Times: How are we losing our freedom every year? I don’t see it.

Mailer: Let me just finish on communism. I want to nail that down. The reason I think the communists are winning all over, as you put it, is not that they’re winning but they are able to fill a vacuum that we’re not able to fill. We do not have a capitalism that’s exportable. We have a degree of capitalism that works well because we have had 100 years of training people to work in industry, to learn techniques. We’re a highly skilled country. That’s the one thing you can’t export. Besides, we’re not prepared. We do not have the kind of vision in our people to go out in foreign countries and teach what we learned. It means not spending three years over there and teaching the natives how to work their factories, it means giving your life to it absolutely, and we’re not that kind of country anymore. We just aren’t. We may never be again.

So I think that the communists will take over the world to a great extent. I don’t think it will mean a damn thing. Because I don’t think they will ever take over this country unless this country is there to be taken over. So I don’t think the defense of this country is a huge military system that swallows everything and affects everything we do. I believe the last thing the Russians would ever want is to occupy us. It would be a nightmare for them. It would be the destruction of communism forever if they would try to occupy America. They cannot take us over that way. They just simply can’t in my opinion and they never will try to. I think that a large army is a lot of horseshit. I think that atom-bomb stuff is a lot of horseshit. I don’t think we need any more atom bombs. We need to defend ourselves if we’re attacked first. Beyond that it’s all horseshit.

High Times: It seems to me our culture is our best weapon and if we played rock ’n’ roll we could take over China.

Mailer: In 50 years we would certainly put a dent in them with our music. Yeah, our music and our painting have had a huge influence on the world. The only things that have.

But you asked me what I think is killing things in American life. All right, I think that television is destroying everything. One of my ideas is that bad aesthetics creates bad governments and bad people. The artist has a huge responsibility, because every time the artist does something that’s cheap or shitty it affects a lot of people adversely. Art doesn’t just improve people, it also deteriorates them. And what we have on TV is the worst art in the history of civilization. It’s being given out on television every night.

It’s bad because the corporations don’t want anything good on TV if they can help it. It’s bad because whatever we do have that’s reasonably good is interrupted constantly. These interruptions are terrible.

High Times: The commercials are great. I sit around with friends and they look at one commercial and everyone just shakes their head and goes, no not that one. But then when the Charlie commercial comes on, everyone’s jumping up and down. People who know good television watch stuff like “Green Acres,’’ which is so much better than Ionesco, so much more absurd than Ionesco could ever be.

Mailer: Look what you’re saying. People are sitting around all evening sometimes, sitting around for two or three hours to wait for that one good commercial. Boy, that’s a hell of a way to spend a night.

When I was a kid I used to sit on the stoop and wait for a girl with beautiful knockers to walk down the street. We’d spend hours all night waiting for that one girl with beautiful knockers to walk down the street. She’d walk by and they’d jiggle and we’d all go wow. I submit that as a better way to waste three hours than watching a TV set for the one commercial to come on.

I got a kid who’s 13 watching TV all the time, and he does just what you’re talking about. He’ll go wow, and he’ll get up and do a little dance. But he’s a very bright kid who can’t think nearly as well as he would like to because he’s used to being interrupted. It’s very hard for him to keep his mind on something for more than 10 or 12 minutes. Every 10 or 12 minutes he’s got to get up and do a little war dance.

High Times: But that’s good, though.

Mailer: No, that’s bad.

High Times: It teaches you to skim. . .

Mailer: No, that’s bad. It’s good if you’ve got an instinct not to spend too much time on the wrong subject, to know to get up and move to something else. But it’s bad if you can’t spend time on the right subject. What if there comes a time in your life where you’ve got to spend 42 hours in a row regarding the same subject? Because a lot of other people depend on you to be able to do it. These kids are being raised to be physiologically incapable of that. They’re punch drunk from commercials.

When you think of the money that’s put into making commercials, they’re really abysmal. Trash economy.

High Times: I like a lot of them. The one where they grow the spaghetti. That’s great. Everyone in America thinks they grow spaghetti now.

Mailer: My kids think I’m demented, sometimes I’ll walk in the room, they’re watching TV and suddenly I’ll go into my act. And I’ll say, look at those fuckin’ idiots on the screen, look at them, they’re all hysterical. I say, you fuckin’ idiot kids, you sit here and you watch that shit hour after hour after hour, you ought to be hung up by your heels, you’re insane, you’re maniacs. They look at me like, oh God, there he goes again, can’t even watch TV in peace. But in fact I find it a kind of blanket hysteria.

There it is, that little screen with the colored dots. There’s never a deep somber moment on TV. There’s never anything truly restful when you’re watching TV. There’s never aesthetic satisfaction in TV. There’s always, as I say, this hysteria. I’ve come to believe that the people who own TV all have this feeling that they’re living in a kind of purgatory. There’s something about people on TV that inspires guilt, because it’s a hollow sensation.

If you’re speaking in a theater and you step onstage, that’s an extraordinary sensation. You never have to worry about your reason for being there when you’re on the stage of a theater. It’s animal. But you get in a TV station, it’s a little bit like you’re going to visit a doctor to get X rays. It’s hollow. It’s a tremendously hollow sensation. And everybody who’s on TV is hollow. All the entertainers are hollow people. They’re the oddest people. They can be nice people, or unpleasant people, but they’re hollow. You really feel as if you’re talking to a sort of stainless-steel cylinder that’s empty on the inside. I think it’s partly because they’re doing something that’s not life, that in the deepest, ethical, moral sense they are vitiating human existence, just eating it away from the inside.

TV isn’t like bad movies or bad theater. When you go see bad theater, there are people next to you, there are smells in the place, there’s a human odor to the joint, there’s a mood of the audience, there’s a reaction between actors and yourself. You can get up and you can walk out. You can learn something from the experience. But TV is alienated from existence. On top of everything else you never even see the thing that happens. The moment TV went from live TV to canned TV something fatal crept into TV. I believe that. You see, it’s one thing if you get on TV and you’re saying something and there are 500,000 people listening or 50 million, and the moment you say it they hear it. They hear it in relation to the time of day. But when you can it and it comes out a week later at a different hour of the day, there’s a warp.

High Times: Are there any taboos left to write about in American society?

Mailer: Taboos? I think there are things that are expensive. I think it’s very difficult to be against the women’s movement in America today. A couple of other taboos. It’s very difficult to be anti anything ethnic at all. Name any ethnic group—Jews, blacks, Italians, Irish—it’s very difficult. No, there are no taboos the way there were. The problem is, it’s not taboos at all, really. The problem is how to make sense of the chaos. It used to be that you had the idea my enemies were over there and my friends were over here and we’re going to meet and battle at 14th Street and Third Avenue on Saturday at 11 o’clock. And it was all very simple; there were barricades.

High Times: There was clarity.

Mailer: Yeah. Then there might be arguments about who won the battle and how it took place and who’s a hero and who’s a villain and all that. But that was relative clarity. But now if there is a battle, you don’t know when it’s going to take place, you don’t know who the heroes are, you don’t know who the villains are, you don’t know whether you yourself are a hero or a villain, you don’t know where the enemy might be found. You don’t know if there is such a thing as an enemy even. We’re living in a chaos. We’re living in a garbage can now, which is allowing all those bright remarks about trash.

High Times: When we were talking the other day, you said you considered yourself a fuckup. Do you think your actions court disaster?

Mailer: A fuckup on my own terms. There are a lot of guys that are bigger fuckups than me.

High Times: Do you feel you have the right to commit artistic suicide, to deliberately fuck up?

Mailer: No, that doesn’t appeal to me.

High Times: Not at all?

Mailer: Quite the contrary. You know, my parents during the Depression were very respectable middle-class people, working very hard. My father was out of a job, that kind of thing. Security meant a great deal to them, and I was brought up with the idea that you’ve got to do a very good day’s work. That was instilled in me. So I’m really apart from this generation, who considers fucking up an interesting way to express yourself, a way to do things.

High Times: How do you consider yourself a fuckup?

Mailer: Oh, I think I’ve lost a couple of books over the years I could have written, but I’ve been too absorbed in myself and my problems. To be an artist you’ve really got to be able to rise out and above yourself and stay above yourself long enough to get the work done. And there were years when I just sort of swam in my own self-pity for too long.

I think I’m a fuckup for having gotten into debt. There was no reason for that.

High Times: Did you ever go to dry out?

Mailer: I never was that kind of drinker. I could drink mighty amounts when I was younger, but then the next day I never found any great need to drink. My head would be no good for 48 hours, but my body. . .I would just have a rosy day, not do any thinking and just idle along. I could afford to in those days. The only time I ever drank heavily day after day was when a marriage was breaking up. All men do at such times. It’s the weirdest thing, but men who almost never drink would be drinking all the time if they break up with their woman. It’s that rupture of habit that just drives you up the wall. So, no, I never came close to drying out.

High Times: You were committed to Bellevue.

Mailer: Yeah.

High Times: What was that like?

Mailer: Well, that was very interesting. You see, I had stabbed my wife, so I had a criminal lawyer that my regular lawyer had gotten in a great hurry. I met the guy and we shook hands and said hello, and before I knew what he was doing he was getting me assigned to Bellevue. I spoke out against it at the time; I was very upset, because my feeling was I committed a crime. All right, let me go to prison, and he wanted to get me into Bellevue. I didn’t know the ropes then, but that’s the way you get somebody out. You put them in Bellevue. You see, at that point, no one knew if my wife was going to die or not. He was thinking as a criminal lawyer. If the wife dies, let’s save this guy’s ass, let’s have him in a mental hospital. That’s the way the legal mind works. So there I was in this mental hospital. My feeling was, if I don’t get out of here, I am going to go crazy. There’s no way not to if you’re in a mental hospital. If you’re sane in a mental hospital and you stay there for a year and you’re at all sensitive to your environment, as I am, you adopt your environment. I’m a chameleon. If I’m around 20 psychos, I would pick up psycho mannerisms very quickly.

High Times: I was committed.

Mailer: Well, you know what I’m talking about.

High Times: They keep everyone on drugs. As long as you don’t take any of the pills that they’ve given you, it’s kind of interesting to watch everyone.

Mailer: I stayed off everything.

High Times: The same with me.

Mailer: In fact, I hadn’t been smoking when the thing started; when I got into the trouble I was about six days out of not smoking, and I stayed off cigarettes all the way through. I was in Bellevue for 17 days. I wouldn’t take any Thorazine. And I remember I was walking a tightrope. But the main thing was getting out. I mean, it was fascinating because you had to be not too much of anything. I’ve never been in a situation like that ever in my life. You couldn’t be too friendly. And you certainly couldn’t be too aggressive. You couldn’t be cooperative. And you absolutely couldn’t be uncooperative. You couldn’t be too concerned with your case. You couldn’t be indifferent to your case. . .

High Times: Why did you stab your wife?

Mailer: That, I don’t like to get into. Someday maybe I’ll write on it.

High Times: That comes back to women. I mean, do you hate women?

Mailer: No, I don’t hate women. I get very irritated with women in a way different than the way I get irritated with men, but I don’t believe I hate women.

High Times: Did you when you were younger hate women?

Mailer: No, no, I had a life where, to begin with, I was surrounded by a lot of women. I had a lot of aunts, there were my mother’s sisters and my mother, and they were all very close and they all loved one another. They were very nice ladies, my aunts. I had three aunts in particular who were really terrific women. And they had daughters. So I grew up with all these relatives, a lot of female relatives, very few male relatives. And I always remembered women as sweet and loving; I was spoiled. I would say I wasn’t ready for marriage in the sense that I just wasn’t ready to realize that women can be as tough, demanding and insensitive as men. I was used to women who gave you what you wanted all the time.

Now, as far as animosity toward women goes, that’s another matter. I think there’s not a man alive who doesn’t have a profound animosity toward women, because women are in possession of a secret that we don’t have. Just as women have a profound animosity toward men. You can’t find a woman alive that doesn’t feel a deep animosity for a man because men are able to do certain things more easily than women. So I think men have this animosity in return toward women. I think it’s a part of the human condition. I think the fact that women are closer to existence is something men never get over. It’s a fundamental shock. They’re one step closer to God than we are. They continue the human race through their bodies.

High Times: I think they’re closer to the devil.

Mailer: Well, if you were the devil, wouldn’t you get closer to anything that’s closer to God? I mean, if I’m a good hard-working devil, I’ll make it my business to get anywhere that God is, I’ll make it my business to get closer.

High Times: Do you believe in the devil?

Mailer: Oh sure. I believe he exists.

High Times: What does he do? How does he haunt you?

Mailer: The devil? If I were sure, I probably wouldn’t tell you, because why give him road maps. Haven’t you ever noticed if you put something on the air, it hits you. Did you ever have that feeling you told somebody something, you don’t know why. . .

High Times: I don’t know, I like to throw myself into those situations sometimes.

Mailer: I do too. I love to throw myself into situations. And when I was younger I did an awful lot of it. And most of it when I was drunk. When I’m drunk I have no fear of the devil.

High Times: When you wrote “The White Negro’’ in 1959 your theory was that since we’re living in an atomic age with atomic bombs hanging over us and we could die anytime, we should live in the present and enjoy ourselves like the Negro did. Everything is just so fucked up, so live in the present. Has that changed now? Would you revise “The White Negro”?

Mailer: You have to revise it, because after all, the black revolution took place in the ’60s and blacks and whites have a vastly different attitude now than they did then. At that time blacks and whites were still coming together. They came together and took a good look at each other and each were blown back by the other. And now they’re slowly maybe beginning to take another look at one another again. But it’s different. So in that sense you couldn’t write “The White Negro” today, because I think white kids now have a very sophisticated attitude about blacks. That is, we will take from black culture that which we can use, but the idea that one loves the black man is no longer present the way it was.

But I still think there’s an enormous sense of the present around today. I don’t know much about rock and punk, but what you see is something else. It’s the apotheosis of the present. When has there ever been a music which made so much insistence on what the present instant is?

High Times: Did you like the Shrapnel and Ramones show?

Mailer: For me it felt like I was an old car and I was being taken out for a ride at 100 miles an hour, and I kind of liked it because I was really getting rid of a lot of rust. I don’t know if I’d like it night after night, and I’m not sure it isn’t absolutely killing. You’ve got to be superhuman to play that stuff night after night and not have your senses wiped out by it. But that it has a powerful impact I’ve got to admit. I liked it more than I thought I would.

High Times: You did?

Mailer: Yeah, it’s great. It was crazy. There was something going on that I had to respect. What I felt was that the revolution that I saw starting in the late ’50s is still going on. The same statement. What you big people out there are doing to try to destroy us isn’t working. We’re taking it, we’re eating it and we’re spitting it back out again. It made me feel all over again there’s going to be a revolution sooner or later in this country, whether from the left or the right or up or down I don’t know. But there’s something stirring. The more totalitarianized it gets through the corporations, through conforming, through all that horseshit, the more there’s going to be that pulse beating way down in the cellar. And that’s something that’s coming right up out of the cellar, because you can’t fuck with American life. You can squash it and distort it, but it just erupts.

High Times: Do you think rock ’n’ roll brings it out?

Mailer: Yeah, I think it kind of energizes them. The kids have a deep sense of rebellion while they’re hearing it. That’s something they’re with. They’re against everything else. While they’re hearing it they’re with that, and nothing else counts. It’s like a religion.

High Times: Yeah, it is.

Mailer: Listen, what’s that chant, that gesture.. .

High Times: That’s during “Blitzkrieg Bop’’. . .A, O, let’s go, A, O, let’s go.

Mailer: What’s the A O mean?

High Times: It’s just a sound. It’s like gabba gabba hey. . .it doesn’t mean anything. It’s like in the ’60s you used to hold up peace signs and. . .

Mailer: Well, the thing is that, the hand, you see, that of course is the fascist salute [thrusts arm forward and out]. And this is the communist salute [thrusts fist up]. Here’s the thing . . . it’s very funny. It’s not funny. The Ramones’ gesture is in there in between the two and it has connotations. . .

High Times: Well, it gets everyone going. It’s like, yeah you know.

Mailer: It’s so funny, you know. It really is. It’s like it’s trying to be a popular movement. I mean, it’s sort of like a beast with no eyes. You know that poem of Yeats’s? “The Second Coming.’’ A very famous poem about some rough beast that is yet unborn. . .slouching toward Bethlehem. A great poem. It’s almost like this is the rough beast.

High Times: Where do you think it’s going to go?

Mailer: I don’t know where anything is going. One thing we haven’t even talked about is the idea of economic depression in the next few years. There’s almost got to be one, because our production in this country is slowing down. We just are not competitive any longer with foreign countries in any real deep way. Nobody here wants to work anymore.

People in this country now sort of see through the things that other people are willing to live and work and die for. There’s not much belief in that anymore.

High Times: Do you believe in it?

Mailer: Not the way my parents believed in it. My kids are important to me. I got nine kids. . . eight and a half— I rent him and his father owns him. Yeah, they’re very important to me, but the difference is, I think my parents probably were willing to die for me, to die for me in the sense of working themselves into the ground for me. I may end up working myself into the ground for my kids, but not because I think that’s the most important thing on earth, I just feel it’s a commitment. When everything else is falling apart there’s a tendency, if you’re at all pro, to hold to your commitments. You figure, well I may not know what I’m doing but I’ll hold to it because at least I know if I hold to the commitment, there is at least a certain grim satisfaction, and there are times in your life when you say, I’ll hold things together for the grim satisfaction. Why not? A grim satisfaction is better than no satisfaction at all.

High Times: What about the family in society? Is it breaking down? Is it still important?

Mailer: I think the whole thing is breaking down. Socially speaking we’re entering a time of entropy. The forms are all breaking apart. I’d say the corporation is the great adulterator. You know what an oxymoron is? Two things that are absolutely opposed and cannot be put together. Say a purple and yellow, that’s an oxymoron. An attractive odium. That’s an oxymoron. But a corporation breeds oxymorons. It says, strive and be individual, right? At the same time it says, the only way you can do it is to work in huge organizations. What they’re doing is, they are creating conditions in which people work for huge organizations that get larger all the time. Yet all the time they’re selling American freedom of enterprise. It’s the biggest single piece of bullshit on the shelf today.

High Times: Has the nuclear age affected the quality of life?

Mailer: That’s a perfect example of the kind of horror we’re in. Somebody called me up the other day and said he signed something forbidding nuclear plants forever. I said I don’t know the answer to that. I thought, so we stop all nuclear plants. As far as I’m concerned, the nuclear people are full of the same old horseshit that all the others are full of, which is that they don’t really know what they’re doing. That is, so far as they can figure it out, they have prevented anything bad from ever happening, and nothing bad will ever happen. They give you their statistics—22 nuclear plants are no worse than one dentist’s X ray, and all that—and they’ll have charts to show you. But what they don’t know are all the things that they don’t understand in the nature of fission. Every day they discover a new subparticle in the atom. All they can do is measure the subparticles that they’re able to measure. What about the subparticles they have not been able to measure?

And on top of that you get that damn thing on Three Mile Island. A valve didn’t work. The guy who came along and saw that valve was supposed to turn another valve to the right but makes an error and turns it to the left. All right, they got a failsafe built in for those two, which all of a sudden doesn’t work either. In other words, the mushrooms got poisoned, and so the dishwasher failed to start, which resulted in the bannister breaking in the house two doors away. A string of events that are not supposed to be connected suddenly were connected. Maybe something was going on. Maybe there are occult forces working in nuclear plants. How do they know? They don’t know. They’re playing with very dangerous stuff.

So, sure I’d be against nuclear plants. What’s the alternative? Say you threw away all nuclear plants. Immediately the oil companies take one more huge gobble out of America. The Arab nations are not terribly in love with us, they’re a bunch of rich fuckups and they’re so lucky they’ve got to be on the side of Satan. You know, having to be shitting on that desert sand for 5,000 years and suddenly be rich people. It violates every single thing.

Anyway, there they are. They are going to get huge power, those fat suck-asses in Houston, who got sort of three congenital idiots, three generations back in the family, and one of them went out to take a crap one day and an oil gusher hit him in the asshole and now they’re the wealthiest people in River Oaks. . .they’re going to be controlling all the world and you know what that means. That means there’ll be more plastics everywhere, because the oil industry now makes half its profits on plastics that come from the crap they can’t do anything else with; they make the plastics that our children play with. Of course the other alternative is, we build up the coal and the air will be full of smog again. And they’ll be stripmining the face of America. So we’re up against it. We’re at a point where if you go out and march, you’re marching right up your own hole.

High Times: You’ve used pot and amphetamines . . .

Mailer: Amphetamines I haven’t used much. Bennies a little bit. Never used amphetamines.

High Times: . . .and claimed it caused irreversible damage to your thought process.

Mailer: Yeah, I think it did.

High Times: How do you feel about kids smoking pot now?

Mailer: I always tell my kids—I don’t know if they listen or not—that what I think is, get their education first and then start smoking pot. At least there’s something to run downhill with. Because what I find is that pot puts things together. Pot is marvelous for getting new connections in the brain. It’s divine for that. You think associatively on pot, so you can really have extraordinary thoughts. But the more education you have, the more you have to put together at that point, the more wonderful connections there are to see in the universe. If you don’t know much, then the connections you can put together are limited. You get that oh wow, or oh man, I’m going to get into that, and I’m going to get into anthropology, and I’m going to get into legal machinations, fascinating stuff, I’m going to get into comic books. And so on. Or pyramids, yes. So the trouble is, there you got to stop and idle your mental motor because you don’t have the culture to put together at that point.

So I’m always giving my kids this pep talk about, get it together and then take your ride. Whether they listen to me is another matter. It’s a rare kid that’s going to listen to his father.

High Times: Have you done cocaine and other drugs?

Mailer: Once in a while. I don’t like it.

High Times: Why?

Mailer: It doesn’t do much for me. It’s very much like on a speed trip. I’ve had pure cocaine and that’s just a little less than a speed trip. It puts me in a very ugly mood. It brings out something ugly in me I don’t like.

Talking about hating women. . .I think most guys that take cocaine steadily have a lot of animosity toward women. At least the only time I feel a deep animosity toward women is on cocaine.

High Times: What about heroin?

Mailer: Never taken it.

High Times: Any reason?

Mailer: Just never ran into it. I mean, there was a period in my life when I was thinking about taking it out of curiosity. I’m not sure, I think I might have been a little scared of it.

High Times: Would you want to survive a nuclear war?

Mailer: Probably not. The thought is beyond my imagination. It’s like saying, would you like to survive a deep cancer operation? Maybe, maybe not.

High Times: What are your ideas on cancer?

Mailer: Well, I used to feel that it was a punishment given to those who didn’t have enough balls to live their own life—going back to talking about what is masculinity—if there was a failure in masculinity. I’m beginning to think that was too simple. A lot of people get cancer because they were too responsible with their lives. They led lives that were more responsible than they really wanted to be. They lived their lives for others more than for themselves. Denied themselves certain fundamental things, whatever they were.

Schizophrenics tend to die of cancer much less than the average population. I think the reason is that cancer is what I call a schizophrenia of the cells. I think there’s a choice at a certain point. Either the mind goes or the body goes. I think we all, when we get into the crux in our lives. . .Do you know what the crux is? When you’re going through the single most difficult moment in rock climbing. And if you can get through that, you probably get all the way to the top if you have enough strength left. I think everybody goes through a crux in their lives. And in the course of going through that crux I think we get driven very near toward this insanity of the mind and the flesh. And at that moment certain fundamental decisions may be made. Certain people opt for letting the mind go, other people opt for letting the body go. The cancer comes with that.

Cancer is a revolution of the cells….

High Times: Do you think we’re heading into an age of religious wars, with all these cults?

Mailer: I think as the chaos increases, and the entropy, I think there are going to be more and more local sects and local armies and gangs and everything. And people will look for groups. There’s no question about it.

If you’re part of the garbage and say, I’m an orange peel, look there’s another orange peel over there, you know us orange peels got to stick together. Yeah I think that’ll happen. Sure. I think within every entity there’s a tendency for form to reassert itself at a local level. So you will have all these groups and cults. As the great religions begin to deteriorate—the truly great religions like Catholicism and Muhammadanism perhaps—the cults will grow and grow and grow in strength. And they eventually will have a large historic effect, and maybe coup d’etats and all. Cults fighting cults in the streets and cults taking over the seats of power in government. But not right now. Not for some years.

High Times: There’s one thing that we didn’t get into at all. Can war be glorious? The last chapter of Phillip Knightley’s The First Casualty, the book about war correspondents, was entitled “War Is Fun.” Some war correspondents said things like, where else can you go and shoot a rocket and then play with a bazooka and drive around on a motorcycle and drive around in a tank. Yes, this is fun. I mean, everyone knows from Vietnam about the horrors of war. But do you think it can be fun, and can it be glorious?

Mailer: It’s just like everything else in life. Most people don’t have fun in life. Most people don’t have fun in war. War is an extension of life. You can have more fun in war than anyplace, obviously. Everything else being equal, you can screw the most ordinary girl in the world and if while you’re doing it the artillery is firing over the whorehouse, it’s pretty exciting. You got to face it. You’re more likely to fall in love with the girl on that night than you would back home. In that sense, yeah, of course war can be fun.

High Times: Did you have fun?

Mailer: No, that was my gripe. I didn’t have any fun in the war. I was mad as hell. I wanted to go over to Europe and live in the Paris whorehouses, and instead I ended up getting yellow jaundice in the Philippines.

High Times: If you were mayor of New York City, if you and Breslin had won, how would you have changed the city?

Mailer: There’s no telling now. I think we would have gotten into all the trouble that Lindsay got into, that Beame got into. Everybody would have said it’s those idiot amateurs we elected. If we had a couple of real pros in there, all this trouble could have been avoided.

High Times: Why did you run?

Mailer: I told you I’m a religious man. I thought God came down to me and he said you’ve got to work for your sins, you’re going to run for mayor of New York and you will be elected and you will never have an easy day again. You’ll work for the rest of your life. So I really thought I was going to get elected. I think it was only a week before the election I realized I was not going to.

High Times: Was it funny to you, the idea of you running for mayor?

Mailer: That was the newspapers’ idea. There was nothing fun about it. It’s the hardest, most boring work I ever did in my life. First of all, Breslin doesn’t like to work hard any more than I do, and it meant getting up at six in the morning and shaking a thousand hands before breakfast, which probably was the best part of the whole job. Because you could feel better at the end of it than when you started, and what that meant was there was more goodness than evil in the thousand hands you were shaking. It was a phenomenon. Nine days out of ten you’d shake a thousand hands and feel better. That part was okay.

I had to make the same speech ten times a day, however. You get awfully bored hearing your own voice. To this day I can smell and taste my own spit because of running for mayor ten years ago. And you get bored with yourself, very bored with yourself. It’s terrible.

High Times: Are you glad you didn’t win?

Mailer: No, I wanted to win. You don’t like losing. It does something funny to your ego forever. And there was a kind of, what can I say? You worked from six in the morning till midnight, two in the morning. At the end of the day you’re stuck with your staff that you looked at every day for two months. You’re sick of looking at them and they’re sick of looking at you. It’s airless and boring and very hard work. I’d never run again unless I was ready to die for the idea. And that’s the only reason to get into politics if you’re not a pro. Be ready to live in the very center of your idea.

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Flashback Friday: Majoon, Goblet Of Dreams

For this edition of Flashback Friday, we’re bringing you Ira Cohen’s tribute to one of the Islamic world’s most popular delicacies—originally published in the September, 1983 edition of High Times.

Majoon, majoun, ma’jun… how soft the word is, how full of magic and jinn, how dark to the imagination! Majoon is the Arabic word for jam, but here in Morocco and all through the Islamic world, everyone knows that it is a special confection with Indian hemp, or kif as its main ingredient. In Morocco it is still as commonplace as fruitcake in England or angel-food cake in the United States. It is usually taken on festive occasions or in the wintertime, when it keeps you warm through the long Moroccan nights; but any time you feel like traveling, or crave some instant magic theater, all you have to do is find your favorite majoon seller and Open sesame! All doors fall down and you are off on a voyage with no turning back.

Eating majoon is like night diving. You descend into unknown depths surrounded by hundreds of shining eyes. Everything is underwater and slow motion. Is that a squid I have in my hand, or is it the head of Medusa turning me to stone? Majoon embeds you in black tar while you glow like sapphires or you leave your body behind and soar through the air, holding on for dear life to the long braid of your jinni.

The effects of majoon are like those of smoking kif or marijuana, but stronger and more commonly hallucinogenic, building up gradually in waves and often culminating in oceans of laughter. You wonder where you are or why everything is so strange, like, you never saw your hand before or heard the cry of the muezzin floating over the city. It may take anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour or more before the majoon takes over, before you realize what has happened, and can last for as long as 24 hours. A lumière unwinds in your head, or suddenly a café on the edge of a cliff takes off and sails through the stars. Rooms contract and expand and somewhere from your own most secret places there is a babble of voices made up of old memories and hidden desires asking you to surrender. Each gesture is eternal, for time has nothing to do with metronomes, and minutes have become hours or even centuries. You can feel your heart beating faster and you want something to drink, since your mouth is incredibly dry, or you feel ravenously hungry and can eat for hours on end sampling one taste after another. But sometimes, especially if you eat too much majoon, you may sleep your voyage away.

The Moorish women, although they very rarely smoke kif as almost all the men do, like a nice piece of majoon now and then. It makes them dreamy and sensual, though they say that it makes them want to take off all their clothes and run naked through the streets. But that is the way it is. Sometimes you draw donkey ears, other times it is a command performance between stars and half-spoken wishes.

Remember Sabu’s ruby in The Thief of Bagdad in which anything and everything could be seen, and how it exploded into a million flickering pieces and him falling and falling until he landed among the tents of the Wise Men who called him Prince? Majoon is for dreaming, and anyone could be turned into a dog or a bird just like that. Once in Marrakesh I remember a gold-turbaned storyteller sitting on a faded rug from which the beauties of the hammam looked out. He flips sheets of colored papers—Noah’s ark loaded with golden lions, ibis, jeweled serpents, pink stallions, swords cleaving heads in two, blood dripping red all over onto the ground. Eggs materialize in thin air. Everyone has eyes. An Arab midget does a trance dance to ouds, drums and flutes; whirls, stumbles drunkenly and falls down. A crowd begins to gather around the storyteller as the sun sinks below the horizon and the red city of Marrakesh is glowing like an ember.

There in the Djemaa-el-Fna, it is the same as it has been for many centuries, and the Thousand and One Nights happened just yesterday, are still happening all around you, while there in the center of colors the storyteller unfolds his tale of the miraculous Aladdin who was conceived in majoon. “Yes, by Allah, this is the best majoon! It will cure you of all your ills, bring you laughter, thicken your seed! Buy it for your husbands! Buy it for your wives!” He pulls out of his sleeve one of his bonbons, holding it up for everyone to see, and there is a shuffle of yellow slippers as the crowd presses forward.

The white-humped Atlas holds up the sky like a great carnival tent and all around there is the bustle of people at twilight on their way home through a sea of Genouas, monkeys, pickpockets, sailing corpses, scattered teeth, 738 bicycles threading the eye of a needle, coming out on the other side, which is Marrakesh. And somewhere above it all you can see Negro acrobats in baggy red-and-green suits describing theorems of geometry in the orange air. Dig the imagery! Watch as the last sheets fall from his hands—jinn, afreets, demons all around under the power as Suleiman sits golden above the kingdom of beasts. So you step right past the porcupine quills wrapped in old anatomy charts, past burning frankincense and copal, and you cop a stick of majoon from a large brass tray. The magic numbers, the sword of Suleiman, scorpions and serpents, circles, stars and pentagrams are all yours for only khamsin francs or one thin dime. An old wizened Arab plugs into Allah’s switchboard with a one-way toy telephone and boy dancers do their bumps and grinds, while off at the side a trayful of goat heads looks coldly on the scene.

The ordinary majoon sold in the marketplace usually comes in the form of greenish black or brown sticks about the size of your thumb and is of a gummy or pastelike consistency. There are many different kinds of majoon, and the quality and appearance vary, naturally, with the recipe used. The most important ingredient is, of course, kif, or hemp, and it is best to use only the gum or resin of the plant—sometimes called chira or charas by North Africans and hash by foreigners—or the powdered buds and flowers when this is not available. The outer leaves, stalks and seeds, which are commonly discarded when the kif is prepared for smoking, are often used in the making of majoon, but may leave you with a throbbing headache, although local songbirds seem to thrive on a diet of seeds. Some of the best majoon is made by boiling the kif, stalks and all, with butter for many hours, so that the cannabis, or active principle of the hemp plant, is absorbed by the butter, which can then be used in any recipe you like.

The traditional majoon is made from powdered hemp, honey, fruit, nuts and spices and often contains samin, or rancid butter. Sometimes other ingredients may be added to give a particular effect, such as cantharides (Spanish fly), datura or stramonium, opium or poppy seeds, some pounded lizard (still considered an aphrodisiac) or any other of the countless powders and herbs sold in the magic shops of Morocco. Datura, a long, trumpet-shaped white flower with a heavy fragrance, which grows all over Morocco, is not really to be recommended, since it is considered a poison and is more likely to be employed for purposes of revenge than pleasure. Stramonium is a hallucinogenic and has always been a key ingredient in preparations involving sorcery and black magic, but extreme care should be exercised. It is probably more suitable for a Walpurgis Night than an Arabian one, and if too much is used, you will be spending all your time in long conversations with chairs or electric-lamp cords, and falling through walls or down stairs.

Cantharides is often used in majoon and helps to account for its reputation as an erotic electuary, but even without cantharides or other aphrodisiacs like soft amber, majoon, if it is properly made, will set the stage for a night of houris and exotic delights, for Allah is all-merciful and will provide endless orgasm in paradise. The scarabs or cantharides beetles are of a brilliant metallic hue in the shape of a death’s head—blue, green or gold, the gold bugs more highly valued than the others, as Edgar Allan Poe certainly knew.

Getting together the perfect majoon in Morocco would take you on a tour of the whole country to find the best of each ingredient—Taroudant for the gold bug, the mountain caves of Xauen for 75-year-old honey, the magic shops of Marrakesh for jduq jmel (small black seeds probably containing scopolamine) the Sahara for its specially strong gouza, or nutmeg. In fact, these ingredients alone could be used to make quite a powerful majoon without any kif at all. An Arab magician I once knew used to claim that he could make even stronger majoon without kif, only herbs, he said, very old recipe from Fez. In Marrakesh, with luck you may find the fabled white kif cookies or ghrebiya, which would pass anywhere as ordinary Girl Scout cookies, but would leave any Girl Scout flat on her back.

Once a psychiatrist vacationing in Morocco ate a great deal of majoon at my house, and after looking for a while at the brightly colored tiled floors and walls which began to revolve slowly around him like a giant kaleidoscope, he said, smiling, “Yes, I can see why you live here,” and helped himself to some more. Unfortunately, he ended up by fleeing the country the next day, afraid that if he stayed any longer he would never be able to return to his patients in America. Another psychiatrist who turned up once got a terrible case of the horrors after trying some majoon and began to scream that he had been poisoned. Despite all efforts to calm him, he insisted on having his stomach pumped at a local hospital in Tangier.

Majoon is not only useful for scaring psychiatrists; it is also excellent for taming savage lions. Once upon a time, when lions used to roam the Atlas mountains, there was one lion so vicious that it terrorized an entire village, attacking its inhabitants even in broad daylight. The people of the village, unable to capture or kill this lion, finally took their problem to an old man who was well known to them as an enchaioui, a man who has devoted his entire life to the enjoyment of kif. After listening to what they had to say, he promised to help them, but first he asked that they bring him 100 kilos of the best kif and a cow. When the villagers had acceded to his request, the old man cleaned the kif, keeping the best part for himself, and then killed the cow, stuffing it with the rest of the kif. Then he sewed the cow up again and left it at the side of the road just outside the village and waited in a tree with a goatskin full of water until the lion appeared. The majoon cow did its work and soon the lion was rolling on the ground and laughing. The enchaioui then came out of hiding and poured the water down the lion’s throat—the mouth gets very dry after eating majoon, and liquids, especially hot mint tea, help to intensify the effect. Then he took the lion by the ear and led him to the center of the village, where the astounded townspeople shook with fright as the old man and the lion looked at them, shaking with laughter.

Of course, kif, or hemp, may be used in many other ways and you can brew an excellent tea from its flowers with fresh mint and a lot of sugar. In Arabia, according to Sir Richard Burton, a mixture of powdered hemp leaves, black pepper, cloves, nutmeg and mace, infused into watermelon or cucumber juice and then passed through a strainer, makes a pleasing beverage. Another traditional Arabian drink is made from dried hemp leaves, poppy seed and cucumber seed, black pepper and cardamoms pulverized in a mortar and added to milk or ice cream.

The Sufis regarded majoon as a symbol of mystical knowledge, and such 12th-century Persian poets as Attar and Nasafi commonly celebrated the Goblet of Jam in their verses. Nasafi, in The Unveiling of Realities, writes: “In quest of the Goblet of Jam, I journeyed through the world. Not one day did I sit down, and not one night did I give myself to slumber, when from the master I heard a description of the Goblet of Jam, I knew that I myself was that Goblet of Jam, revealing the universe.”

For the mystic poets, majoon revealed the essential harmony of the universe and the knowing man was even identified with the great electuary or ma’jun-i-akbar, the Goblet of Jam which opened the way to the secrets of cosmic correspondence and the nature of the true self. Hassan-I-Sabbah, the legendary old man of the mountain who led his cult of assassins from Mount Alamut in Persia and certainly one of the most renowned of all hashish eaters, is reputed to have said on his deathbed: “Nothing is true; everything is permitted.”

And that is what is most interesting about taking majoon, the sense of infinite possibility as you move from instant to instant, like Mister Magoo stepping onto a steel girder in midair. For some the experience may be frightening, but for others there will be no greater exhilaration than the exploration of new worlds of feeling and consciousness. O how I love walking in evaporated moonlight! Majoon Traveler recommends that you nibble slowly and see what happens. You have nothing to lose but yourself, and that is precisely what you may find in the losing. And remember that one ounce of pure gold can be drawn out into a wire 50 miles long. Al-hamdulillah— Allah be praised.

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Marijuana Decriminalization Advances in Virginia State Legislature

Virginia may be a step closer to reducing its draconian punishments for small-time cannabis possession. SB2, which would clear some past cannabis-related offenses from individuals’ records and reduce sentencing possession offenses, passed from the State Senate judiciary committee by an 11-2 vote, to the finance committee on Wednesday. 

The bill would drop the penalty for small scale possession to $50, which would be a big shift. Currently, if you’re found with even a tiny amount of marijuana, you can be sentenced to up to 30 days in jail and forced to pay a $500 fine. 

“it is time to recognize that the prohibition on cannabis has failed, and move together away from an outdated system that has disproportionately affected people of color in the Commonwealth,” tweeted Arlington, Alexandria, and Fairfax State Senator Adam Ebbin. 

But not everyone is pleased with the narrowness of SB2’s scope when it comes to repairing the social injustices wrought by the war on drugs. The ACLU of Virginia posted on Twitter, “We are deeply disappointed that the Senate Judiciary committee reported SB 2 to the Senate Finance committee without allowing community members to testify and raise our voices for a more EQUITABLE marijuana legislation.”

The bill also raises the amount of cannabis that qualifies for an intent to distribute charge from a half-ounce to an ounce. 

Under the plan, cannabis possession would remain a civil offense for those under 18, who might be sent to substance abuse screening programs or have their license suspended in case of being caught with pot. 

A legislative attempt to regulate recreational cannabis failed last year, but both the state’s governor and attorney general support legalization. 

What Does The Future Hold?

Governor Ralph Northam has identified cannabis regulation as part of his criminal justice reform agenda, and during his recent State of the Commonwealth speech announced that decriminalization of the drug is one of his administration’s top priorities. Northam expressed his enthusiasm for the drive behind SB2. 

“This is a bold step towards a more just and inclusive Commonwealth, and I look forward to working with the General Assembly to pass these measures into law,” the governor said.

State Attorney General Mark Herring has also been quite forthright about his belief that legalizing marijuana would improve justice in Virginia. In December, he held a day-long summit to discuss cannabis-related issues in which pro-pot local politicians and policymakers from states that have already legalized spoke. 

With key allies in the cause, marijuana access has not been entirely standstill in Virginia. In fact, last summer a trio of bills related to medical cannabis were signed into law. Legality issues were cleared up around which products dispensaries are able to distribute. Another of the initiatives authorized caretakers to pick up cannabis medications for less mobile patients. The third allows school health professionals to administer students’ cannabis prescriptions. That’s a big deal, as only three other states currently allow that practice, oftentimes forcing parents to leave their jobs to come give their young kids their necessary medication.

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Berkeley City Council Votes To Allow Cannabis Delivery, Consumption Lounges

The city council in Berkeley, California voted on Tuesday to make several changes to the municipal code that will allow for cannabis consumption lounges and marijuana delivery services to operate in the city. The unanimous came late Tuesday night after a meeting punctuated by a vigorous debate on the issues, according to media reports.

Under the changes, licensed cannabis retailers will be able to allow on-site consumption of marijuana products if the business installs a required ventilation system. Before Tuesday’s meeting, city staff had recommended that consumption lounges be approved by the council. Under previous regulations, the use of cannabis was prohibited in public places, most businesses, and by many landlords, leaving many consumers and medical marijuana patients without a place to legally imbibe.

“Providing a place to consume cannabis legally is important for patients who have no other options,” wrote city staff in a report to the council.

Cannabis Delivery Services Also Approved

The measure approved on Tuesday also allows for up to seven cannabis delivery services to operate in the city and increases the areas of the city where commercial marijuana cultivation is permitted. The changes were supported by the Berkeley Patients Group, a cannabis dispensary that has been serving the local community since 1999. Under the new regulations, the dispensary will have more space for its operations and be able to open a smoking lounge for its patrons. After the vote, the Berkeley Patients Group issued a statement applauding the changes approved by the city council.

“We want to thank our city council members for their diligence and thoughtfulness,” the statement reads. “We’d also like to thank the staff, who spent three years researching and developing their prudent recommendations for a post-legalization world,” adding that Berkeley officials “have shaped the most progressive cannabis regulations in the country.”

Health Officials and Some Residents Opposed to Changes

Allowing cannabis consumption lounges in the city was opposed by the Berkeley Community Health Commission, which expressed concerns about secondhand exposure to marijuana smoke and vapor and the potential risk of drivers getting behind the wheel while high. The commission also said that allowing consumption lounges would be inconsistent with city initiatives to provide smoke-free environments and curb social acceptance of smoking.

The relocation of Berkeley Patients Group was opposed by some city residents, including Carol Denney. The new site for the dispensary is located at one of the city’s busiest intersections and near a library and preschool.

“If they think that’s the best location, I wonder what a bad location is,” said Denney.” “Plus we got no notice for the neighbors of this business about this lounge.”

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High Times Greats: A Rotten Interview With Johnny Lydon

John Lydon turns 64 on January 31. To pay tribute, we’re republishing Ann Bardach’s interview with the punk legend from the November, 1980 edition of High Times.

Johnny Lydon almost single-handedly defined the “punk ” in punk rock. Not the textbook version coined by Marsh and Bangs in Creem over a decade ago to describe a certain late-’60s recording sound that has once again become fashionable, but the nightmare visions of brain-damaged apocalypse kids bent on demolishing everything and everyone in their path. He was the vile and repulsive Johnny Rotten, lead vocalist of England’s most cursed and celebrated Sex Pistols. Rotten was too good a name for the astounding character he created in this guise, as he built one of the most sensational images in rock history. His antistardom, right down to the green teeth he cherished as a symbol of his foulness, became his calling card as he cursed out every rock band, TV commentator, record-company employee and virtually every reporter he ever met.

The Sex Pistols disintegrated in one awesome, vulgar swoop after their brief, aborted 1978 U.S. tour when bassist Sid Vicious died of an overdose. Rotten reverted to his given name, John Lydon, and formed Public Image Ltd. His character hasn’t changed much in exchanges with the press, as witnessed by his recent battle with Tom Snyder on the “Tomorrow” show. It took Ann Bardach, whose coverage of the Vicious murder case gave her an international reputation, to get Lydon talking. The results are pretty interesting…

High Times: Can you describe the transition you went through, from being the ultimate media-contrived hype product, to being an artist, performer—a musician who calls the shots himself.

Lydon: I’m not an artist or musician. And I definitely don’t perform.

High Times: We go from the ultrahype of the Sex Pistols to—

Lydon: Well, I got nauseous. I had enough of that. Just a farce.

High Times: Are you unhappy with Virgin Records?

Lydon: Yes. I’m totally unhappy with all record companies. They’re bullshit. They’re liars—third-rate frauds. They’ve no fucking sense of anything, no perception. They don’t want to take risks. Which is why their crummy industry is falling to pieces. I mean, they’re frequently moaning about album sales dropping. Why shouldn’t they be. They’re just selling the same old dirge forever and a day. In the last 15 years music has changed practically not at all. How many retreads of Chuck Berry are still going on? All those long-haired, platform-booted, flared-jeaned, fucking imbeciles. That still goes on. And that’s fucking old as the hills. God! Grandad Rock!

High Times: I was going to ask you about that—how you felt about all the renaissance of music from the ’50s and ’60s.

Lydon: It’s vile! I don’t need history. I can go to a museum for that, thank you very much. And they did it so much better the first time around anyway. They made their mistakes. And there’s people desperately trying to do the same thing.

High Times: How do you like the revivals of two-tone groups, girl groups, and all the ’50s music? Do you see it as inspired reinterpretation, or just regurgitation?

Lydon: Just farcical imitation. Well, I mean, we all know there’s going to be a psychedelic revival, [laughs] right? It’s so obvious, it just has to happen.

High Times: Are you looking forward to that?

Lydon: No! It is going to be the worst. Woodstock, part two. Woodshack.

High Times: But you don’t see reggae, which you like, as being part of the ’50s revivalist music movement.

Lydon: I don’t mind reggae, I don’t mind a bit of jazz, I don’t mind classical, I don’t mind cocktail music or cabaret. I don’t mind rock in its place. I don’t mind anything. It’s fun. Just so long as they don’t pretend it’s the be-all, end-all of the universe. Which is the way it seems to be.

High Times: The Clash?

Lydon: The clap.

High Times: The clap is the Clash?

Lydon: Same thing: They’re both a disease.

High Times: You told a story once in a piece in the New Musical Express, where Joe Strummer comes over to your flat in London and shows you a book in which Bernie Rhodes [the Clash’s first manager] had underlined passages for him.

Lydon: Yeah, Bernie used to give them Marxist theories and stuff like that. Books on it. And he’d underline certain lines and sentences. Then they’d write about it.

High Times: Did you get to see any of the titles of these books?

Lydon: Oh, I don’t really know about that dreariness. He [Strummer] was a wank for even considering it. “Here Joe write a song about this, I’ve underlined it for you.” Such trash. What can you do?

High Times: Why do you think Strummer was interested in Bernie Rhodes’s Marxist theories?

Lydon: I don’t think he was. I don’t think he knew what he was getting involved in. If you look at the Clash and its various succession of managers, you’d notice that they’ve adopted the styles given to them by those managers. They are very easily influenced people. They don’t seem to have direction of their own. I don’t like that.

High Times: You don’t see any value in their songs?

Lydon: No. None at all. Completely ineffectual. Waste of time. Politics was always a definite thing to avoid.

High Times: Are most of your friends musicians?

Lydon: No. None of them. No one in the band is a musician. We all hate that term.

High Times: Excuse me. What are you?

Lydon: I’m not sure. Something close to factory workers. Machinists. Skilled operators.

High Times: Do you work for a living?

Lydon: Uh huh. Who doesn’t? Mind you, I’d love not to work for a living.

High Times: You wouldn’t want to be or live like Mick Jagger?

Lydon: Oh, god, no! It’s not doing him much good, is it?

High Times: Yet you’re very pragmatic

Lydon: What’s that?

High Times: Sensible.

Lydon: Yes. I’m definitely not an intellectual. I keep getting asked, am I an intellectual or am I a poet. And all that dreariness. All those labels just reek of boredom. Bookworming. Ooooh! Ugh!

High Times: In other words, you think of an intellectual as being a poser, like Joe Strummer leafing through Bernie Rhodes’s crib notes on dialectic materialism.

Lydon: Dia- what?

High Times: Marxist theory.

Lydon: All right, you backed me into a corner. I give up. [Laughs]

High Times: What college did you go to?

Lydon: Kingsway, CFE. The College of Formal Education.

High Times: And shortly thereafter, you ran into Bernie Rhodes?

Lydon: Wobble!

High Times: Oh you met [Jah] Wobble [Public Image’s bassist] at college, that’s right. And then one day you’re in the Sex Store and Bernie Rhodes comes in and sees you miming to records.

Lydon: No. I was insulting Malcolm McLaren when Bernie was there.

High Times: McLaren turns around and says, “You too can be a star!”?

Lydon: Malcolm never spoke to me.

High Times: What did Bernie say?

Lydon: “You’re unpleasant enough to be in a band.”

High Times: What did you say?

Lydon: I just did it. To me it was just a huge joke. I really didn’t give a shit, and it struck me as being mighty humorous that someone could want me as a singer.

High Times: Never occurred to you to be in a rock band?

Lydon: Never. You see, I’ve always hated rock music and that was my chance to really wreck it.

High Times: You hated rock music. Then what kind of music did you listen to?

Lydon: Anything but. Anything but that long-haired dreariness.

High Times: Name a few. I’m trying to remember what was before long-haired dreariness. Short-haired dreariness?

Lydon: Brylcreem dreariness!

High Times: So you stopped listening after Buddy Holly?

Lydon: I never listened to even that. I hated it. Besides, I was too young for that.

High Times: You never listened to the Beatles, the Rolling Stones or the Who?

Lydon: Oh, no. I couldn’t bear them.

High Times: When you were 14 years old, you never listened to them?

Lydon: I did not like them. No. It’s so detached. They were in a dream world. Just didn’t want to know about them.

High Times: You said in an interview that you would like to change the music industry and “this time [you] would do it right,” as opposed to the Sex Pistols. You said “it would take years.” When you said “change the music industry,” how?

Lydon: Well, it was a bit of a rash statement, I admit. That I could change the entire industry in one fell swoop. But I’m making a bash at it I could only fail.

High Times: How would you do it? You still need Warner Brothers here, which is one of the largest multinationals.

Lydon: They are seen here merely to distribute our records, nothing else.

High Times: They’re lackeys then, for the Public Image?

Lydon: Yes. And they don’t like us treating them like this. But that’s just too bad.

High Times: Did you ever hear that Warner Brothers is the mob?

Lydon: Uh huh. I’ve been told that. They must be curious then, how we got the gall to say “shove it.”

High Times: Public Image taking on the biggest mob in the music world?

Lydon: Horrible fun. And all we can do is lose, right? That is if the worst comes. Oh, we won’t lose. I’ve no intention of losing. I never back a dead horse. I look a bit like a horse as well, don’t I? [Sings:] “I’m getting near the winning post, get out the way.”

High Times: So, you were always listening to American black music?

Lydon: Yeah. Tamber what from the early skin days. We were skin heads when all the hippies in the universities were going to see the Who. It meant nothing to us.

High Times: When Malcolm McLaren said, “You too can be a rock and roll star,” you said “why not”?

Lydon: It was never put like that. I had no faith in the Pistols that amounted to anything other than a damp fart. The prospect looked pretty grim. Oh, it was something to do, and then it got so huge. I saw the humor in it for a while, and then it crawled up inside my ass. I felt embarrassed about being alive. We just fell apart when we got to America. Too much of everything.

High Times: Do you think Malcolm McLaren was ever honest, at any point?

Lydon: No, and he had very little to do with the Pistols as well. That was what was the farce of it. He was always a remote, distant figure.

High Times: But he made a lot of money.

Lydon: Uh huh. He wasn’t too remote about that. He sent me the tax bills too. That was real good of him. And when the Pistols broke up, they left me stranded in fucking L.A. Sorry—San Francisco. No ticket, no plane ticket and 20 dollars and no hotel. So there I was in a hotel lobby with a suitcase [laughs] like a fool. Destitute, as usual. Fucking poncing money off journalists.

High Times: You came back to New York though?

Lydon: Yeah, I had to.

High Times: Have you talked to Malcolm McLaren since then?

Lydon: [Snickers.] Words wouldn’t be passed between us, I’ll tell you that. Quick-firing metal projectiles would be aimed at his direction. He doesn’t deserve to live. I feel very righteous about that one.

High Times: After the Pistols broke up, and Sid had this murder rap—

Lydon: Uh huh. It was so dismal.

High Times: Malcolm was in town [New York]—

Lydon: Yeah, see how Malcolm helped him. He got one hell of a failure of a lawyer [F. Lee Bailey]. I never got through. Well, Sid wanted to talk to me. But his old dear never put me through.

High Times: His who?

Lydon: His mother. She’s a bitch.

High Times: Wasn’t she arrested?

Lydon: In jail?

High Times: I heard she got busted for smuggling dope back.

Lydon: Yeah, she did. I don’t know what’s happened about it.

High Times: I heard she got busted again a few months ago.

Lydon: Probably, that’s highly likely with her. Right irresponsible human being. I remember she bought him a pack of needles once for his birthday. With substance in white packets. Never liked to be quoted on that one.

High Times: What birthday was that?

Lydon: This was years ago.

High Times: When you were still in the band or when you were in school?

Lydon: Before then. You see, he’d cleaned himself up.

High Times: My understanding is that Malcolm was trying to manage a murder.

Lydon: That’s how I understood it. Yeah, that’s how it appeared to me.

High Times: Malcolm was very cooperative with all the American reporters, who knew nothing.

Lydon: Our Malcolm loves dealing with people who don’t know nothing. That way he can shine.

High Times: Where do you think Sid went wrong? At what point did he go from being the kid you knew in school, a fairly nice bloke, to a total disaster?

Lydon: He believed in his own publicity. He fell for it, hook, line and sinker. He was called Vicious because he was such a wanker. Really, he couldn’t fight his way out of a crisp bag. He’d lose all the time.

High Times: Then why did you ask him to join the band and fire Glen Matlock?

Lydon: Because Matlock was into the Beatles. [Laughs.] He had nice melodies. Sid was into no melody whatsoever, which struck me as a damn good right conclusion. I mean, so what if he couldn’t play when he joined—Wobble couldn’t play when we [PiL] started. He learned as he went along. That’s what we all do.

High Times: Yeah, that’s what you did. You began the Sex Pistols as a joke and you learned to sing. Then you started to love it.

Lydon: I perfected the joke and it backfired, I must admit. Slightly like scrambled egg on face. Sunny side up.

High Times: You say Sid went wrong when he started believing his own publicity, as opposed to doing a lot of junk.

Lydon: Maybe that was the reason. He just lacked humor. Took it all too serious. I don’t think it deserves a lot of sentences.

High Times: Even posthumously?

Lydon: Well, heaven! Pretty wanky way to go.

High Times: By a drug overdose?

Lydon: Yeah. So dreary and typical, isn’t it?

High Times: Was he using junk before he joined the Pistols?

Lydon: No. Speed then.

High Times: Which you approve of?

Lydon: I don’t approve of nothing.

High Times: I mean favor.

Lydon: No, I wouldn’t advise anyone to take any kind of chemical.

High Times: Who do you think brought him into the realm of junk, Nancy Spungen?

Lydon: Yes. There was that horrible movement from New York to London, and they brought their dirty culture with them.

High Times: And that was the beginning of the end for Sid?

Lydon: He was impressed by the decadence of it all. God! So dreary. Too many Lou Reed albums I blame it on.

High Times: Do you think there are drugs that are useful?

Lydon: No. They just put off what you’ve got to face sooner or later: blandness.

High Times: Do you know that book written by Julie Burchill and Tony Parson, The Boy Looked at Johnny, that has your photo on its cover?

Lydon: Uh huh.

High Times: Burchill and Parsons advocate speed. About it being a useful drug. There’s an entire chapter on the benefits of amphetamines.

Lydon: Well, that’s just stupidity.

High Times: They credit some of your genius to your intake of amphetamine.

Lydon: [Laughs.] That’s a typical journalistic approach. I mean, that’s all they are, toss-bag journalists, desperately trying to get in on something.

High Times: They came up with a very interesting unknown scientific “fact” that amphetamine raises the IQ.

Lydon: I doubt if that’s true.

High Times: Did they ever discuss this with you?

Lydon: Tony Parsons I’ve met briefly, for about two minutes. He was shaking like a leaf. Snorting lines. He just looked like a pathetic character to me. He didn’t strike me as having a high IQ.

High Times: So you don’t see any utilitarian value in using drugs?

Lydon: Each to his own. It’s just as simple as that. I would never advise anyone to do anything.

High Times: You say you can’t see anything remotely political like the Clash.

Lydon: No. What I really mean is naive political. I mean, they’re spouting these theories and not knowing what the fuck they’re talking about. And that I find offensive.

High Times: Because they don’t have the academic muscle to personally read it and figure it out themselves.

Lydon: They don’t even read all of it. It’s just what they’re shown. They’re very narrow-minded. Go into it totally or not at all. I can’t bear people not knowing things totally. Just spouting out ignorant, half-assed statements that don’t mean fuck-all. I mean, you’ve got to understand what you’re talking about.

High Times: But say in your case you sang “Anarchy in the U.K.”

Lydon: That’s not political.

High Times: Yes it is.

Lydon: How? Anarchy is a mind game for the middle class. It doesn’t mean anything.

High Times: It was very threatening to the Labor government at the time.

Lydon: I never thought so.

High Times: Threatening enough to get you bruised.

Lydon: No. That was “God Save the Queen.” That’s what got me bruised.

High Times: For all intents and purposes, it was political in that it frightened the authorities to action. It brought the whole police department down on you.

Lydon: So what. They’re still coming down on me. I just got raided recently.

High Times: Where?

Lydon: Oh, they’ve been around quite a lot, the police. They kicked the house to pieces. And then they go off and wait for another month. In the last couple of months I’ve been raided on suspicion of bomb making, of hiding runaway juveniles and, last week, for drugs. They’ve raided me for drugs and found nothing. Not even one marijuana seed, and it made me very happy. They done me instead for a gas canister. I have to put the case forward until I get back to England or else I wouldn’t have got my visa.

High Times: So essentially you had to plead guilty. Which you would not have done if you didn’t need a visa.

Lydon: So this might be my last time in the U.S. of A.

High Times: As a kid, what were the charges against you?

Lydon: Oh, silly things. Minor burglaries, jaywalking. Out on the streets late at night.

High Times: Does it make you feel paranoid?

Lydon: No. It’s just a way of life. It’s always been there and it just gets worse.

High Times: It strikes me that you take things very calm, one at a time.

Lydon: You have to, God! I couldn’t be one of those people who sit down and think, “God, if I go out I’ll get arrested.” That would be terrible. Wow.

High Times: Do you have any prophecies for the world for the next ten years?

Lydon: We’re damn lucky if there will be a next ten years.

High Times: What do you see yourself doing in the next ten years should the holocaust not happen?

Lydon: Being very embarrassed.

High Times: How old are you now?

Lydon: I’m 24.

High Times: You’ll be 34.

Lydon: Oh. I’ll have to move over for the next big mouth. It won’t be me ranting and raving then, will it? I’ll be too old then and past it.

High Times: Have you seen any of the Pistol movies, like The Great Rock ’n ’ Roll Swindle?

Lydon: I’ve seen the Swindle, yeah.

High Times: How about that?

Lydon: What about it? Really, it’s not worth spending money on. It’s very dreary. It’s just Malcolm’s ego, isn’t it.

High Times: Were you ever enthusiastic about making that movie?

Lydon: Never. I had nothing to do with that film.

High Times: How about D.O.A.?

Lydon: What’s that?

High Times: A movie about the Sex Pistols.

Lydon: No. I don’t know about that.

High Times: You say you read newspapers and magazines, which ones?

Lydon: All magazines. I like Omni.

High Times: What else do you like?

Lydon: Well, any kind of glossy magazine.

High Times: Do you read Rolling Stone?

Lydon: No. That’s so boring. Oh God! What in earth do they got in mind with that rag? That’s showing its age.

High Times: Do you think people will rely upon drugs and sex more as we approach impending nuclear war?

Lydon: When I get my seven-minute warning, I’m going to go pretty over the top, I think. Do it all in one glorious swoop. Everything all at once. I have the supply ready here, put that way.

High Times: What’s your favorite day or night?

Lydon: Monday morning. I watch others go to work.

High Times: Do you think you’ll always want to live in England?

Lydon: Yeah.

High Times: Does your family live in London?

Lydon: I’ve got family in England, Ireland and Canada.

High Times: Are you close with your family?

Lydon: Umhum. There’s three others. All boys. They are all younger.

High Times: Oh, you’re the first one?

Lydon: [Whispers.] Yes. I was the experiment. Then they decided to have some more.

High Times: Do you want to have children at some time?

Lydon: No, definitely not.

High Times: Why not?

Lydon: One of me is quite enough.

High Times: Can you envision yourself as an old man?

Lydon: No. I can’t conceive myself being old.

High Times: No old age and no progeny.

Lydon: What?

High Times: Children.

Lydon: No. Well, I’m happy. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. I couldn’t cope with kids. It would drive me nuts. I’m totally irresponsible. Me as daddy. I’d be rotten.

High Times: I don’t believe that.

Lydon: I’d like to get married to Dolly Parton, though. Maybe I’d consider it then. “Dolly Rotten?” God! What a glorious name.

High Times: Were you religious?

Lydon: No.

High Times: But you were raised Catholic?

Lydon: Yeah, that’s enough to make you not religious.

High Times: But you know what they say about Catholic boys: always an altar boy.

Lydon: I never thought of that. I was almost an altar boy when I was young. But the priest who wanted me died. Definitely an act of God.

High Times: How did you feel about getting scooped up by the National Front a few years ago?

Lydon: Scooped up! They hate me. They always did. Right from the start. Yes, right from the very beginning. The National Front, just after Anarchy was recorded, had their magazine, Spearhead, with its front page a picture of a gorilla and underneath written “Johnny Rotten—the White N*gger.” That’s their opinion of me and they can go shove themselves.

High Times: Did you ever receive any phone threats from them?

Lydon: Oh yeah, lots. But if people mean to do you harm, they don’t let you know about it first.

High Times: How do you stay sane?

Lydon: I drink permanently.

High Times: Is that the only way?

Lydon: It lets me stay asleep a lot. What’s wrong with being asleep on and off? I suppose there’s not too much to get up for, is there?

High Times: Do you get a lot of groupies?

Lydon: No. No one wants to know us. If we do get any, they’re fat and ugly. We get a lot of loonies: lunatics and dangerous people. Like one who commits suicide in your presence.

High Times: Has anyone ever done that?

Lydon: Tried to.

High Times: What did you do?

Lydon: Push them out the front door. “Don’t do it here. Away!”

High Times: One last question: Do you have any advice for our world leaders?

Lydon: Drop dead! Move over!

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Tennessee Man Lights Up Joint in Court To Protest Marijuana Laws

Out of the mists of confusion and panic that have roiled 2020 heretofore, a hero emerges. Instead of ducking his head, standing up straight, and expressing remorse for his weed during his Tennessee case for small time marijuana possession, one man decided to protest the powers that be, and blazed one for all the court to enjoy. 

Defendant Spencer Boston must have really considered how best to convince Judge Haywood Barry that drug prohibition has got to go. The 20 year old had the floor during his trial in Wilson County on Monday, and was expounding on the injustice of banning US residents from consuming cannabis when he gave the legal assemblage a literal whiff of what he was talking about. 

Boston removed a joint and a box of matches from his pocket. One can only imagine the courtroom’s reaction when he went ahead and lit the contraband. 

Whatever other impression it may have made on Judge Haywood, it may not immediately help Boston retain his liberty. He was abruptly hustled out of the court by security. 

Not without saying his final words on the matter, though. As Boston was trundled out, he swiveled around and delivered his conclusion. 

“The people deserve better!” he said. 

Will Prohibition Ever Be Lifted?

There’s a chance that Boston’s actions may have taken place in the waning days of cannabis prohibition in Tennessee. State Sen. Raumesh Akbari filed a bill this week that would regulate recreational marijuana in the state. 

“With marijuana now available closer and closer to our state, it’s time for Tennesseans to have a real discussion about repealing outdated penalties for low-level possession and investing in our economic future and public schools through legalization,” Akbari told the press. 

Another site of movement in the state legislature is on medical marijuana, which polls suggest has the support of some 81 percent of Tennessee’s population. State Senator Janice Bowling, a Republican, has doggedly reintroduced the same medical cannabis legislation that failed to gain traction last year. Bowling has suggested that medical marijuana could be an antidote for the opioid crisis that claims the lives of Tennessee residents at much higher rates than the rest of the country. 

Even as plans have repeatedly stalled on cannabis legalization of any stripe, the state has taken some steps towards decriminalization. Last year the state’s Bureau of Investigation announced that it would no longer be testing cannabis associated with possession cases of under a half-ounce. Since Tennessee has legalized hemp, testing cannabis is the only way to determine if a person carrying the plant has committed a crime.

As lawmakers hem and haw, Boston, like many all-too-real activists, is paying a price for his outspoken advocacy. The county sheriff office relays that he was sentenced to 10 days in jail for contempt of court — his bond set at $3,000 after he serves that time — on top of the disorderly conduct and marijuana possession that had landed him in trouble in the first place. 

Surely, history books will say his too-short session was worth it. Spencer Boston, High Times magazine salutes you.

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Nebraska Gets Green Light to Start Accepting Hemp Farming Applications

The US Department of Agriculture announced on Monday that it had approved Nebraska’s plan to regulate hemp agriculture in the state. With the move, the Nebraska Department of Agriculture will begin accepting applications for licenses to grow, process, and sell hemp beginning on Monday.

Under the 2018 Farm Bill, industrial hemp was removed from the federal list of controlled substances. The measure also directed the USDA to create a regulatory oversight program for hemp agriculture including provisions for the approval of production plans submitted by states and Native American reservations. State and tribal production plans provide details on practices and procedures for hemp producers to operate in accordance with state and federal law.

The Nebraska Department of Agriculture submitted its hemp production plan to the USDA in December. The plan allows for up to 400 hemp cultivation sites and licenses for 270 cultivators, 30 processor-handlers, and 15 brokers. The agriculture department was also authorized to collect $236,000 in license fees to administer the state regulatory program. Growing, handling, or processing hemp without a required state license is against state law. Applications for hemp licenses will be available on the agency’s website beginning on February 3.

Nebraska’s regulations require that the agriculture department or a USDA-authorized contractor test samples of hemp within 15 days of harvest to ensure that the crop does not exceed federal THC limits. To legally qualify as hemp, plants must have a THC concentration of no more than 0.3%.

Texas and Delaware Plans Also Approved

In addition to Nebraska, the USDA said in its announcement on Monday that state hemp agriculture plans for Texas and Delaware had also been approved by the agency. Plans for four Native American communities including the Colorado River Indian Tribes, the Fort Belknap Indian Community, the Iowa Tribe of Kansas and Nebraska, and the Yurok Tribe also received USDA approval.

In Texas, state Agricultural Commissioner Sid Miller said on Monday that the production of hemp would soon be a reality in the state.

“This is a victory for Texas farmers,” Miller said in a statement. “We are one step closer to giving our ag producers access to this exciting new crop opportunity.”

Miller added that it is not yet legal to start growing hemp, saying “we’ve got to get our rules approved and get our licensing program up and running, but the dominoes are dropping pretty quick. We’re almost there.”

In the announcement on Monday, federal regulators noted that the first approvals for state hemp agriculture plans were announced in December and that more are forthcoming.

“USDA continues to receive and review hemp production plans from states and Indian tribes on an ongoing basis,” the agency wrote. “Plans previously approved include those for the states of Louisiana, New Jersey, and Ohio, and the Flandreau Santee Sioux, Santa Rosa Cahuilla, and La Jolla Band of Luiseno Indian Tribes.”

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Is 2020 the Year of New CBD Markets?

If you were at Davos this year, you heard alot about CBD. The cannabinoid will again be a headliner in business analysis and bottom line reports this year. But as the market matures, globally, what is the real temperature of the industry? And how fast will regional hiccups resolve?

Regulatory Issues Are In The Room

From the US state markets to the EU, hemp is coming into its own, even though almost everyone also refers to it as CBD (cannabidiol).

european union statesIn the United States, things are even more murky because of a lack of federal reform and the individual rules and regs of existing state markets. To an extent, the market is being “federalized” on the testing front (see ISO for example) and GMP (at the federal pharmaceutical level), producers are beginning to be able to get certified on a global scale. However, the vast majority of the U.S. market is not anywhere close to the regulatory muster now required of even the most-humble commercial hemp farmer anywhere in the EU.

In Europe, the entire cannabis discussion is already far more defined, and as a result, very much likely to set the rulebook globally, especially as so many people want to import here. And this is going to be a bugbear for the next two years. The rules on EU Bio for starters, are still in flux. And where this ties into GMP downstream, those who brave such waters are in for choppy seas for the time being.

Tie this into Novel Food, and this is an area right now that should only be charted by the most experienced navigators, and not just using the stars.

The Battle Is On – Both On The High Seas And The High Streets

For all the desire to bring “whole plant” into the room, (in other words recreational cannabis and medical cannabis with the THC still attached), CBD fever at least has spread in Europe faster than any pending flu epidemic from China.

There are positives and negatives that come with this discussion. Namely, the ever pounding need to commercialize the legal industry and remove all Drug War stigma and barriers from the discussion.

CBD-only legalization is also a powerful answer to those who claim that if CBD is legit, then the police will not chance busting people, no matter how much THC is or is not in the offending substance in question.

These are also the same people frequently who also have a stake in some level of the industry as it legalizes. And this is also where some of the fiercest battles for regulatory control and definition have also begun to happen.

The structure of cannabidiol (CBD), one of 400 active compounds found in cannabis.

Where they have come to a head (see Italy), it appears that governments are indeed reconsidering the whole “insurance” if not “home grow” discussion. Not to mention, as a result, recreational after that. The conversation in Italy, of all places, right now, is a good indication of this trend. It is a conservative country in every way, yet it is the first to not only cancel a government controlled monopoly license, but also the largest country in Europe to again tinker with limited home grow of cannabis plants.

Ironically this is also the place where the most dedicated “CBD revolutionaries” have also hit. In places like the UK right now, the lack of appetite for EU regulatory control generally (see Brexit) has resonated, particularly with a pro cannabis crowd sick and tired of more delay on a topic whose day in the sun has finally come. If not more government wobbles on discussion on the medical side (see the recent NHS decision to ignore cannabinoids and chronic pain).

In other places like Europe however, and this certainly showed up at Davos, CBD is a hardy foot soldier if not cannaguerilla from the hills that is beginning to chalk up discussions if not yet wide-ranging sovereign victories.

This is absolutely clear to see in places like the African market (and Lesotho is about to become a hot ticket globally if not within the African continent). Indeed, the first seeds were sown several years ago).

Yes, it is ridiculous that CBD is being banned. And it is also obvious that governments are unwilling to be bankrupted over medical cannabis of any kind or THC concentration, and know they must also seek other ways to deal with the issue.

CBD, in other words, is a kind of Che Guevara that is going to take down a few of the established orders in this revolution that is now global. And for that very reason, taking on a character if not place at the table all of its own.

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Cannabis Featured at World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland

So, cannabis was at Davos, like a lot of Very Important People who paid to be seen. What does that mean, however, for 2020 if not beyond, particularly in Europe?

In general, the industry is setting itself up for the next round of “invasion” just about everywhere. In Europe this is going to be a very interesting next couple of years as cannabis as a crop is integrated into the mainstream via changing rules both on a national and regional level.

There are two possibilities for the now Brexited UK. Either the UK is also going to be an insane madhouse of cannabis innovation, set free from its EU “overlords” or the entire discussion is going to get bogged down in another kind of elite private room. Namely which British company gets mostly monopoly rights on what is left of NHS patients (see GW Pharmaceuticals), and which foreign (probably US or Canadian) company is going to be able to buy market accessone way or another to both the medical market that flows over from this discussion and the budding recreational one. See CBD for starters.

In the meantime, strange hybrids are going to enter markets. British distilled hemp infused rum showed up in German mainstream grocery stores just before Christmas. Chocolate makers are setting out stakes across European states with suppliers attached globally.

In Italy, home grow has entered the discussion again, and recreational count down calendars are also on the walls if not sales projections of everyone in the industry. That said, the strategies and ground covered between now and the beginning of 2022, must be strategically chosen. There is no easy, much less “one” path in. All things cosmetics and tinctures will be difficult paths for years to come – although lucrative markets.


This discussion is in the room as a political topic as well as an economic one. Technically, anyone with a working farm and used to producing standards demanded across the EU, should be able to enter the industry at this point. That said, getting in, and getting established is not only expensive but also time consuming. The many quirks and stigmas of the past are still in the room. And as fast as norms are establishing, the rules are changed again.

As much as anyone wants to set out even a stake (medical vs. recreational, THC Vs. CBD), the rules, if not debate is bunted again – certainly this has been the case in Europe over the past few years. In fact, the entire plant must be and always is in the room, even if in discussion with several agencies at a time.

2020, in other words, is going to be an interesting year for the industry, even if the most significant achievements, companies and people are not “seen” much less lauded in any spotlight.There is no way THC can be entirely left out of the discussion to begin with. Starting with alarmed reports about the fact that traces of THC in CBD products can show up in human bloodstreams. Until there is a real understanding about the tolerance levels of THC, and for whom in other words, the CBD market will always be haunted by this bugbear. And when they do, recreational reform of all kinds will also be much easier to support.

That said, you cannot pay overhead with promises about future reform. And in the short term, it is necessary to find your niche, and stick to it.

Europe also is a far more interesting regulatory market. Namely, there are more trials afoot, and more people are exposed to the idea of cannabinoids and how to use them.

How long will this take to resolve? It’s anyone’s guess, but the likelihood is that the next two years are set to be just as interesting as the last several have been, although the ground, as well as the goalposts are also just as clearly changing.

2020 in other words, is going to be an interesting year for the industry, even if the most significant achievements, companies and people are not “seen” much less lauded in any spotlight. Namely a general, mainstream and global population is now being introduced to a wonder if not miracle plant, and in a variety of ways.

That is surely, just in and of itself, perhaps the most important aspect of celebrating at a Swiss resort and playground of elites. Cannabis has “arrived” and taken its sophomore spin at the ball.

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Ground Control to Major Tom: Sending Hemp to Space

In March of this year, SpaceX CRS-20 cargo flight will carry tissue culture samples of hemp and coffee to the International Space Station (ISS). Floating in a most peculiar way, the stars look very different, that is, the day those hemp samples enter orbit.

Hemp tissue culture samples like these will sit in an incubator aboard the ISS come March

Front Range Biosciences (FRB) is partnering with Space Cells and the University of Colorado, Boulder, on an experiment to “examine zero gravity’s effects on the plants’ metabolic pathways,” according to a press release. FRB will provide the plant cultures, while Space Cells provides funding and intelligence, using the dedicated space aboard the ISS for Boulder’s program. The university will also train NASA astronauts how to transfer cells to an incubator and conduct the experiment.

More than 480 plant cell cultures are going to be placed in an incubator designed for space, which will regulate temperature among other variables for about 30 days aboard the ISS. There will be a “PlantCam” where folks at Boulder can monitor the cells from their command center. After those 30 days are over, the plants will return to earth where FRB researchers will inspect the samples and “evaluate their DNA to determine if microgravity and space radiation exposure altered their gene expression.”

Dr. Jon Vaught headshot
Dr. Jon Vaught, CEO of Front Range Biosciences

According to Dr. Jonathan Vaught, co-founder and CEO of Front Range Biosciences, the research results could help scientists identify new varieties or chemical expressions in the plant that were previously misunderstood. “This is the first time anyone is researching the effects of microgravity and spaceflight on hemp and coffee cell cultures,” says Dr. Vaught. “There is science to support the theory that plants in space experience mutations. This is an opportunity to see whether those mutations hold up once brought back to earth and if there are new commercial applications.”

Peter McCullagh, founder and managing partner of Space Cells, says the commercial applications for this experiment have a lot of potential. Learning how crops can thrive in a harsh environment could give researchers important information on how to deal with the effects of climate change on agriculture around the world. “We’ve been fortunate to be a leader in the new space industry and we’re excited to explore this new frontier with the team at Front Range Biosciences and University of Colorado, Boulder,” says McCullagh. “These are big ideas we’re pursuing and there’s a massive opportunity to bring to market new chemotypes, as well as plants that can better adapt to drought and cold conditions.”

This won’t be the only experiment either – the partnership wants to conduct a number of experiments that will study how to boost productivity and viability for crops in space. “We envision this to be the first of many experiments together,” says Louis Stodieck, director of BioServe Space Technologies at the University of Colorado, Boulder. “In the future, we plan for the crew to harvest and preserve the plants at different points in their grow-cycle so we can analyze which metabolic pathways are turned on and turned off. This is a fascinating area of study that has considerable potential.”

Hemp tissue cultures floating in a tin can, far above the world and all in the name of science and to determine if microgravity and space radiation exposure can alter gene expressions. No we’ve really made the grade.

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