1960’s drug prophet advocate T. Leerie shown here with a S.L.A.-financed device with which he plans to take the survivors of Woodstock nation to SATURN. “I haven’t got all da bugz outa it yet,” he was reported to have said before lapsing into a Charlie Horse spasm.
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How many round trips will this entail?
AND ALICE IS GOIN’ TO THE MOON
1960’s drug prophet advocate T. Leerie shown here with a S.L.A.-financed device with which he plans to take the survivors of Woodstock nation to SATURN. “I haven’t got all da bugz outa it yet,” he was reported to have said before lapsing into a Charlie Horse spasm. Still No Rain Roselle, NJ
(OK bro’. Personally, we’re waiting for the white ’Cuda ragtop next to it to take us to Calumet City.—Ed.)
WHEN GODS PLAYED LES PAULS
After looking up all the words in Barbara Gideon’s letter (January issue), 1 am now ready to answer her. 1 wonder if Jimmy Page thinks that he is aesthetically pleasing or a Celtic God? Really, now, Barb!!! I remember once, after I finished off a bottle of Ol’ J.D. and ten quaaludes, I passed out while listening to “Kashmir.” 1 dreamed that Jimmy Page was God. But when I woke up I realized that Aleister Crowley still held that position and was not ABOUT to relinquish it to “the Celt:-”