Warning: name dropping, nudity, and adult content. Adult discretion advised.
The Truth Be Told
I’m not gonna lie to you all, I used to be a marijuana activist. I am a pot smoker and I’m not ashamed of it. I believe what we do in the freedom of our home should be protected. I believe patents who are sick and dying with cancer, aids and other medical problems should have safe access to this healing herb. I believe cannabis to be like grapes or hops, a plant with many strains with different effects and potencies. I believe marijuana to be an herb that has medicinal properties that can treat conditions, and is most effective with nausea and wasting away syndrome.
I’m gonna tell you all about a story, a time when I toured with the band Spearhead. At this time, I was working heavily with Cannabis Action Network, an activist group based out of Berkeley, Calif. Michael Franti and his band spearhead where to be performing a 420 tour in the Bay Area, and wanted representation about the cause. I was asked if I would represent CAN for the tour. Happily and honored I accepted.
Activist Table Fun
If you have never tabled for an activist group it is an experience in itself. It involves loading and unloading this big ass plastic box around that is filled to the brim with political information; and of course you also lug around card table. Political information includes petitions, voter registration forms, flyers, handouts, and business cards. You also sell hemp products (wallets, hackey stacks, etc) to make a little cash. You set up your little display with loving pride, and then hang out and educate people about the cause.
Stonters in Santa Cruz
Our first show was Santa Cruz. I was working a paid gig at the Berkeley Patients Group at the time and my cowerker, Santa Cruz boy, decided he would table with me for the event. We set up our table in this small venue that was near the stage. We were next to the usual tabelers; some tree huggers and PETA. We had gotten hits of pure ecstasy, that we dediced we were going to take before the show. Music can best be experienced high.
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
The show was amazing, we had a great view from our table and Michael Franti never ceases to amaze. Peaking on X, I danced to the music like a flower child, and felt one with the spirit and grove of the show. Micheal Franti says “We have a surprise musician” and out comes Woody Harrelson playing some bongo type drum. It was fucking amazing, tripping on X, watching an incredible band, feeling the groove, and seeing Woody Harrelson up close.
Do you want to come Backstage?
After the performance, the band manager came up to our table as we were packing up to leave. She asks“would you like to come back stage”? Well, being as I have had rock star friends in my past, the whole back stage scene to me isn’t all that glamorous. The whole groopie kiss ass thing gets really old an annoying. Although I did want to talk to Woody and Michael Franti. Of course, I knew they were really asking us backstage for our connections…pot connections. We were, of course, the pot table! Luckily Santa Cruz boy came prepared; having 3 glass pipes in his backpack, and some amazing bubbleberry medicine. I had a bag of blonde hash, given to me by a grower, hanging out in my purse.
Lets Get Nekkid!
We get backstage to this small, old theater type room. When we get there it is Woody, Michael, other band members (I think) and some girls in between the mix like opposing colored checkers. Everyone was in that “after the show” high. Santa Cruz boy whips out the pipes and the really good medicine and starts passing them around in opposite directions. The performers are doing their after show comedown routiene, and happily smoking our treasures. Stoned someone says ”lets get naked.” I’m thinking to myself, " HELL...NO....I’m no groupie here, I’m not getting naked". The groopie girls take off their pants and panties and sit naked next to Woody and Michael. Micheal also gets naked. Woody strips to these Marky Mark like tighty whities.
Now whos the Rock Star?
I’m thinking, "Okay time to get out of here..NOW". I have more self-respect than to act like an ass, especially if I am tryinig to leave an impression. Quick thinking, I pull out my bag of hash and hand it to Woody. He takes it with a big sexy grin, and says “Is this for me”. Having a sexual energy impossible to resist, I look deeply into his eyes and reply “Yeah baby…. That is for you”.
Book like a Librarian
Knowing its best to make an impression and leave, I lightly tap Santa Cruz boy on his leg. He collects his pipes and we get up and leave.
We said to ourselves, "That is how you do it. Make an impression and go. Now who is the rockstar?"
To be continued. Next venue, Pentaluma, CA.
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