Howdy folks, thanks for reading. Recently I have been inundated with requests for Space Hippie t-shirts. Unfortunately I’m completely out of them. I had printed up about 500 or so with the help of my friend, Michael T-shirt. ( Michael if you’re reading this call me. ) I drew the Space Hippie logo and he made it into a silk screen. Michael is an old Grove hippie that started making t-shirts in the early 70’s. He told me at first it was just him and a friend, silk screening them in his apt. Then one of designs took off. Remember those t-shirts that said “ Smoke Colombian Smoke the Best? ” That was one of his. They sold 1,000’s of them and his company grew. Back when I met him he had factory and a huge warehouse full of horrible oversized glitter tee’s ( it was an 80’s thing. ) He had contracts with Disney and other big companies but all that finally fizzled out. I lost touch with him a few years back but I know he’s still around.
So my t-shirts were professionally silk screened and tye dyed as well, definitely high quality and for the small amount of them we made they sure made a big impact. I gave one to Jack Herer. Dave Wyndorf, the lead singer of Monster Magnet once rocked one. I of course wore one on national television, pot leaves and all when I was on People’s Court. Rachel Goodrich, Miami singer/songwriter ( now in L.A. ) recently told me she wore one all the time back in high school. Another high school girl told me she wore it in her yearbook picture! That makes me proud.
Ok so where was I ? Oh yes, beat up and sleeping on the couch that smelled like pooter dog, at the office of McKenzie Oerting. I was on the second floor of one of the boat warehouses at Coconut Grove marina. I had a beautiful view of Biscayne Bay. There was a certain sound, a mix of howling wind and clanking sails that lulled me to sleep at night, waking to the blinking colored lights of passing ships. I must have a fever. Surprisingly I’m not alone in the cavernous hull of corrugated tin. I just found out there’s another stowaway and she’s cute. She’s sleeping in the adjacent office…
One day looking out at the dry dock a sailboat caught my eye. That wasn’t there before. It was a pale green Tartan 57 up on lifts. Something familiar about it but I couldn’t place it. Then I saw a head pop up from the cabin. I caught a quick glimpse of a scruffy hippie dude. Woah that looked liked…no that couldn’t be? Could it? Holy shit it was! I knew I knew that boat! It was the Aquarius! Star Climber must have sailed it down to Florida! So my buddy Star Climber just happened to end up in the dry dock that was just outside my window. Man it was good to see him. Once he got the Aquarius ship shape, he was sailing to Key West and he asked me to join him. That was the trip of a lifetime. My first ( and last ) ocean going voyage in a sailboat. The one in which I was forever dubbed the Landlubber. It’s all chronicled in my book Landlubber’s Log, which I wrote but can’t find. It’s just as well. One of the few things I wrote that ever came under scrunity of a professional proofreader, when I got back the manuscript it was awash in red scribbled marks. The gist of the story is this…
Sailing down there was a breeze, the wind in our sails over two clear nights. It was all we could do to switch off holding the tiller as we throttled over a sea of glass at maximum velocity. I remember dancing ecstatically on deck illuminated by the full moon. I could see stars I’ve never seen before. When we arrived at our destination we anchored off Christmas Island. We drank a toast with our catch of the day. We sung sea chanteys and drank rum. Life was good. I played guitar and Star Climber played the fiddle. Every night we’d be dingy-ing in at 4 in the morning after playing in all the bars for tips and drinks or waking up onshore if we got lucky with the local womenfolk. A simple carefree life, we never even locked the boat. We left the dingy tied up at the dock and it was always there the next day. There was a code of honor among the pirates and scurvy dogs in the Keys back then. Citzens of the Conch Republic, they seceeded from the union in 1982. I’ve forgotten all the names but never had I met a more colorful bunch of characters. After a week or two, we had endeared ourselves to the local populace and they sent us off in style with a grand fete at Barefoot Bob’s, a hippie hang out on Duvall street.
We sailed away with smiles on our faces on a sunny summer day. But weather changes moods and by midafternoon the sky had turned dark and foreboding. I had never experienced a storm at sea, much less one on a 27 foot boat that soon was tossed like a bobbing cork. I remember violently retching over the side as Star Climber who was a hardy sailor just laughed and dubbed me a landlubber. That night it was to get much worse. Huge swells crashed across our starboard bow. The boom swung erratically from side to side. We jibbed the sails as much as we could. At one point we thought we might capsize. When Star Climber told me to put the harness on my ankle I thought we were goners. That was some scary shit. We made it through the night alright but it put the fear of the mighty ocean in me. When we finally made it back to shore I kissed the ground. It’s a landlubber’s life for me thank you very much. I was back on dry land once again but with nowhere to call home.
Freedom of speech is protected by the First Amendment. It is one of the basic freedoms guaranteed by the U.S.Constitution. ( not to be confused with the U.S.S. Constitution see pic ) that makes us the greatest country in the world. In theory, U.S. citizens can speak their mind freely including airing grievances against their government without fear of the S.W.A.T. team showing up at their door ( again. )
The only exceptions are speech that is deemed obscenity, defamation, perjury, incitement to lawlessness, or matters pertaining to National Security. In reference to speech that is deemed obscene, here’s George Carlin’s Seven Dirty Words You Can’t Say on Television ( Federal Communications Commission v. Pacifica Foundation, Supreme Court Ruling 438 U.S. 726 (1978). ) write on…
9-11 was 10 years ago today. I had just flown out of NYC a few days earlier. I was up there taping a People’s Court Episode, Space Hippie vs. Club M. We sued a club in downtown Hollywood on the show ( and won ) after they stiffed us for a gig. We had opted to fly up in the morning , tape the show, and fly back that same night. We were lucky, if we had stayed in town we would have been caught up in the chaos following 9-11.
Ironically when we got back, we found out the hijackers had spent the weekend before the attack drinking at Shuck’ems, another club in downtown Hollywoodthat we played at. They had been throwing money around telling everyone they were pilots. Rumors were they were the same guys selling opiated black Afghani hash and Persian brown, powerful heroin freebase, the same stuff Jerry Garcia got hooked on. Everybody said they were C.I.A. All I know is parts of the official story don’t add up ( Building 7? )
If you remember the mood of the country those first couple of weeks afterwards, people were putting flags on their cars and G.W.’s approval rating was the highest ever. No one was in the mood for talk of conspiracy. Even at the ultra liberal Unitarian Church my talk on 9-11 was given a cool reception. I basically compared it to the Nazi’s Reichstag fire and explained the concept of mass trauma based programming, that William Cooper described as a technique used to condition the sheeple to accept the coming New World Order ( Ruby Ridge, Waco, Oklahoma City, et al ) I also talked about the Bush’s and the Bin Laden’s long time business dealings and Dick Cheney’s efforts to build an oil pipeline through Afghanistan when he was C.E.O. of Enron. All this was completely radical at the time but some of it was later proved true in the mainstream media. (check out Rolling Stone’s coverage and Michael Moore’s movie ” Fahrenheit 9/11 “. )
I don’t regret speaking out but it definitely put me on somebody’s shit list because a few years later the A.T.F. showed up an my apt.one night in full S.W.A.T. gear. After searching and finding nothing, they seized my athame ( a knife used in ceremonial magick ) and charged me with possession of a weapon, a violation of my probation. Nowadays I keep my conspiracy theories to myself.