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Owsley and Me is a love story set against the background of the Psychedelic Revolution of the '60s. Owsley "Bear" Stanley met her in Berkeley in 1965, when LSD was still legal and he was the world's largest producer and distributor of LSD. Rhoney found herself working in an LSD laboratory, and the third corner in a love triangle. We all know the stories from the '60s—but never from the point of view of a woman finding her way through twisted trails of love, jealousy, and paranoia, all the while personally connecting to the most iconic events and people of her time.
Bear supported the Grateful Dead in their early years and gave away as much LSD as he sold—millions of hits. He designed and engineered the infamous Wall of Sound system of the early '70s, just before he began his two years in prison, with Rhoney raising their infant son. He died one year ago, but the era he helped create is now being rediscovered by a new generation interested in the meaning of it all.
Today Rhoney Stanley is a practicing holistic orthodontist in Woodstock, New York. This is her first book.
Tom Davis was an Emmy Award–winning American writer and comedian. He is best known for being one of the original writers for Saturday Night Live and for his former partnership with Al Franken, as half of the comedy duo "Franken & Davis." His memoir Thirty-Nine Years of Short-Term Memory Loss: The Early Days of SNL from Someone Who Was There was published in 2010 by Grove Press.
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Rhoney Gissen met Owsley Bear Stanley in Berkeley, California, in 1965. In addition to being a sound engineer for the then-new rock band, the Grateful Dead, Bear made and sold lysergic acid diethylamide, otherwise known as LSD, which, at the time, was completely legal. But it soon wouldn’t be, and when the law changed, Bear became an outlaw, and Rhoney his willing accomplice. Her memoir is a story of love and experimentation. As someone who worked in the labs that produced LSD, Rhoney has firsthand knowledge of the environment surrounding the psychedelic drug in its heyday. Famous people—Timothy Leary, Jerry Garcia, Ravi Shankar, Jimi Hendrix, Ken Kesey—wander in and out of the story, which delivers a vivid, behind-the-scenes look at the 1960s counterculture. A nostalgia trip for many, to be sure, but also an involving love story that chronicles the sometimes turbulent relationship between Rhoney and Owsley. --David Pitt
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“Owsley was a key 1960s figure, who some would say "turned on" a generation more so than even Tim Leary, but his own life has long been shrouded in mystery. Here's a firsthand recollection, as "intimate" as is likely to be penned…Here are firsthand backstage accounts of the Monterey Pop Festival, Woodstock, Altamont, and much more … with various Beatles, Stones, San Francisco musicians, of course, and other famed counterculture figures popping in and out.”--Huffington Post
“OWSLEY AND ME is totally geared toward people who have an interest in the music of the time, but also one of the most influential characters of all of drug culture. Think of it as the real BREAKING BAD, just with more peace and love, and a whole lot less guns and dead bodies.”--Bookgasm
“Famous people—Timothy Leary, Jerry Garcia, Ravi Shankar, Jimi Hendrix, Ken Kesey—wander in and out of the story, which delivers a vivid, behind-the-scenes look at the 1960s counterculture. A nostalgia trip for many, to be sure, but also an involving love story that chronicles the sometimes turbulent relationship between Rhoney and Owsley.”--Booklist
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“My LSD Family is an oddly sweet-hearted and heartwarming tome, while also bringing back enough memories to hopefully fuel many memories long forgotten on others’ parts.”--Woodstock Times
"Stanley isn't preaching about redemption, salvation, or crawling out of the pits of drug abuse. She's taking us on a tour of her youth and, fortunately for us, the sights and sounds are colorful and vividly described. If you weren't there yourself, after reading this memoir, odds are, you'll wish you had been."-Blogcritics
"In this wild memoir of life with the media-crowned "Acid King," she (Gissen Stanley) captures the perfectionist genius who also transformed audio technology, created jewelry, advocated a carnivorous diet and studied to be a ballet dancer."--High Times Magazine
"Stanley's memoir is an impressionistic kaleidoscope of the tumultuous times that informed the birth of the Haight and the genesis of the Dead, and her reminiscences help us better understand the complex currents that made that era so iconic, powerful, and still misunderstood."--Grateful Dead Archive
"Owsley and Me: My LSD Family” is a heartfelt memoir of the author’s college years and her love affair with Owsley “Bear” Stanley, who was the pre-eminent producer of LSD in the United States in the 1960s."--Poughkeepsie Journal
About the Author
Rhoney Stanley lived & worked side by side with Owsley Stanley, one of the pioneers of the psychedelic revolution of the sixties. During their time together, he produced 1.25 million doses of LSD. Together, they raised a son, Starfinder. She is a Columbia University graduate.
Tom Davis was an Emmy Award-winning American writer and comedian. He is best known for being one of the original writers for Saturday Night Live and for his former partnership with Al Franken, as half of the comedy duo "Franken & Davis." His memoir, "Thirty-Nine Years of Short-Term Memory Loss: The Early Days of SNL from Someone Who Was There" was published in 2010 by Grove.
Brief Bio of “Owsley”
Owsley Stanley (better known as “Owsley” or “Bear” to his friends and family) played a key role during the’ psychedelic revolution’ of the sixties. He was the first person to mass manufacture LSD and is reputed to have produced more than 1.25 million doses between the years 1965 to 1967. In 1965 Owsley became the key supplier of LSD to Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters. He was later featured in Tom Wolfe’s The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. He also provided LSD to the Beatles during the filming of Magical Mystery Tour.
In 1966 during the Acid tests Owsley met the members of the Grateful Dead. He became their first soundman as well as financier. Along with his close friend Bob Thomas, he designed the Lightning Bolt Skull Logo often referred to by fans as the’ Steal Your Face’ which predated the album of the same name by 8 years. Stanley began a long- term practice of recording the Dead while they rehearsed and performed. Stanley also made numerous live recordings of other leading 1960s and 1970s artists appearing in San Francisco, including Quicksilver Messenger Service, Jefferson Airplane, early Jefferson Starship, Janis Joplin, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Taj Mahal, Santana, Miles Davis, Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Cash, Blue Cheer (a band that took its name from the nickname of Stanley's LSD), and many others. While many Owsley recordings have been released, many more remain unissued.
Owsley was born (1935) into a prominent political family from Kentucky. His father was a government attorney. His grandfather, A. Owsley Stanley, a member of the United States Senate after serving as Governor of Kentucky and in the U.S. House of Representatives, campaigned against alcohol Prohibition. Owsley studied engineering at the University of Virginia before dropping out in 1956.He enlisted in the U.S. Air Force and served for eighteen months before being discharged in 1958. Later, inspired by a 1958 performance of the Bolshoi Ballet, he began studying ballet in Los Angeles, supporting himself for a time as a professional dancer. In 1963, he enrolled at the University of California, Berkeley where he became involved in the psychoactive drug scene. He dropped out after a semester, took a technical job at KGO-TV, and began producing LSD in a small lab located in the bathroom of a house near campus. His makeshift laboratory was raided by police on February 21, 1965. He beat the charges and successfully sued for the return of his equipment. The police were looking for methamphetamine but found only LSD, which was not illegal at the time.
In 1970, 19 members of the Grateful Dead and crew were busted at a French Quarter hotel after returning from a concert at "The Warehouse" in New Orleans, Louisiana for a combination of drugs.. Everybody in the band, except Pigpen and Tom Constanten, was included in the bust including s a man listed as Owsley Stanley, 35, of Alexandria, Virginia, a technician for the band, booked with illegal possession of narcotics, dangerous non-narcotics, LSD, and barbiturates. Ultimately Owsley was confined to Federal prison from 1970 to 1972, after a Federal judge intervened by revoking his release from the 1967 case. Stanley took advantage of the opportunity there to learn metalwork and jewelry-making.
Owsley died after an automobile accident in Australia on March 12, 2011. The statement released on behalf of Stanley's family said the car crash occurred near his home, on a rural stretch of highway near Mareeba, Queensland. He is survived by his wife Sheila, four children, eight grandchildren, and two great-grandchildren.
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27 of 31 people found the following review helpful.
Hippie morality tale
By David I. Cahill
I hesitated whether to buy this book or not, drawn to the larger-than-life personage of Augustus Owsley "Bear" Stanley III yet wary from customer reviews suggesting Rhoney Gissen-Stanley lacked writing ability. But I just had to get my hands on this incredible insider knowledge. The wild circumstances of their relationship is interesting enough. She and Melissa Cargill formed a decades-long threesome with Owsley Stanley, neither marrying him (Gissen adopted the "Stanley" surname for the sake of their child) but both becoming pregnant about the same time, Gissen by Stanley, Cargill by either Stanley or her other significant other, Jack Casady (bassist of Jefferson Airplane). Owsley Stanley died in a car crash in 2011, explaining the release of this book a year later: presumably she needed to tell this story but could only do so once free of his overwhelming presence.
Stanley was the major underground LSD chemist of the 1960s until his protégés Tim Scully and Nick Sand (of Orange Sunshine fame) took over after his bust in late 1967. With Cargill (herself a trained chemist) and later Gissen, the three of them produced two million hits of LSD. Stanley's Achilles heel was his outsized personality, love of notoriety and fame, his insistence on hanging out with the likes of Richard Alpert, Jerry Garcia, Ravi Shankar, Timothy Leary, George Harrison, Jimi Hendrix, Ken Kesey, and Joni Mitchell, to mention a few of modest hippie fame. Stanley himself knew this and warned people he dealt with, "Do not expose my name to the world. Do not say 'Owsley said.' If you do not pay attention, this will be the last LSD you will see from me." Intelligence is a very uneven thing, and this brilliant man whose acid was said to be purer than Albert Hofmann's of Sandoz Laboratory (the "Owsley effect" refers to a process he invented) and polymath - he was acoustician/soundman for the Grateful Dead, an amateur ornithologist, a promoter of the Paleolithic or "Atkins diet" before Atkins, etc. - was rather stupid and careless in other respects. On the way to see Timothy Leary's famous enclave in rural New York, Stanley, Gissen and Cargill stop off to purchase an elaborate array of chemistry equipment and pack it all into the trunk. As they leave Millbrook at night a police car is lying in wait down the road for the hippies; they are caught high on acid, with a large supply of LSD on hand (including Stanley's eye-dropper vial of pure liquid LSD he always carried in his shirt pocket) and the alchemical beaker ware in the trunk for manufacturing more of it. Friends get them out on bail. Gissen later describes a rock concert backstage party with a bowl of punch inadvertently spiked with 4,000 hits of acid. Many overdose, including one of Janice Joplin's musicians, who has to be taken to the hospital; she is seen yelling at Stanley in what must have been quite a scene. Stanley's ninth life as an LSD chemist ends not long thereafter when they set up a new LSD lab in a conservative Bay Area suburb to try to throw off the heat. He bizarrely has each of his assistants drive there in different-colored Volkswagen Beetles, in full view of the undercover cops conspicuously parked down the street. They are in the process of pressing 100,000 tabs when the cops crash in.
While Gissen is not a professional writer and needed Tom Davis' editing help to polish the narrative, the book is not ghostwritten. By turns eloquent and incoherent, Gissen has a lot to say. Her extensive use of hallucinogens has organized her mind into interesting priorities, set down in psychedelic stream-of-consciousnessness. She has a knack for the telling detail. Stanley always went nude in the house, regardless of who was present, and she describes his habit of "moving his balls out of the way with his hand" when uncrossing his legs. The LSD-making process is described in fascinatingly minute detail. On the other hand, there are jarring ellipses and gaps of time compressed into a single sentence, as if mimicking the distortion of time experienced under LSD. After years of their tangled and anguished ménage à trois and after Stanley has emigrated to Australia for unexplained reasons, Gissen delivers this deadpan shocker: "When Owsley and Sheilah, his wife, came to New York City...I invited them to stay in my apartment." Nothing about who this Sheilah is, how Stanley met her and why he finally chose to marry her rather than the long-suffering Gissen or Cargill. Similarly, we learn nothing about Stanley's life before Gissen met him, how he became an LSD chemist and what shaped his extraordinary personality and ego - I suppose because other accounts have already been written and she wanted to focus on her firsthand knowledge. Still, although Gissen's is a partial, fragmentary and often scattered account, again quite like the LSD experience itself, it is no less memorable for that and is a highly enjoyable read.
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In the House of Mystery
By Dr Tathata
The thunderbolt belonged to Zeus. Prometheus stole his fire and showed humans how to use it. He supported the human attributes of the Civilizing arts. He stood trial and was condemned by the Gods. By day an eagle ate his liver. By night he was healed and made whole. His sister-in-law, Pandora opened a box that should have been left alone. It was a gift from the Gods.
Bear identified with Prometheus. We can argue without end whether such an auto-didactic lone wolf should have acquired the skills to produce and distribute to the unsuspecting masses, millions of doses of the pharmaceutical that Sandoz named Delysid--but it was a fait accompli, long ago. Without Owsley, it is doubtful there would ever have been a Grateful Dead, a Jefferson Airplane, a Quicksilver Messenger Service. The Red Dog Saloon would have been an old timey saloon lost in the Nevada desert. Millions of generational cohorts probably would have stayed in school instead of dropping out and learning to build TeePees and Yurts and Geodesic Domes and techniques of organic gardening and artisanal goat cheese and consulting the I Ching. Perhaps there would have been no personal computer revolution, no Apple, and the name Steve Jobs would be known nowhere outside of a small circle of friends. When you start enumerating the expanding waves of cause and effect that emanated from the singular personal will of this one man, Bear, you quickly run out of fingers and toes. He was actually at the center of the storm of the 60's, a world wide Whirlwind from out of which millions of the children of the future heard that ancient, still, quiet voice calling from beyond the Beyond. But wait, there's more. At the time Owsley first plied his trade--legally, mind you, Sandoz was hard to come by, and what was out on the street was an uncertain crap shoot. Owsley's product was 99.9% pure. He showed everyone who met him the importance of the pursuit of excellence. Jerry Garcia said there was nothing wrong with Owsley that the loss of several billion brain cells wouldn't cure. Bob Weir said that if you were to get into a discussion with Owsley in those days, you'd better pack a lunch.
Owsley became obsessed with apocalyptic visions of storms and Polar vortex's for much of the 2nd half of his life, moving to Northern Australia in the 80's to escape the Mother of all Storms he was sure was immanent--and, in the end, it was a freak storm occurring near Mereeba that set the conditions for his fatal accident. If turning on millions to the ancient Mysteries of Being was all he had accomplished, that would have been enough, but he went on to revolutionize the quality of recording live performances, and the quality of stage audio systems. He raised everyone's consciousness about the importance of audio quality, and the value of capturing live performances, in the process preserving priceless improvisations that might never have been heard again.
And then there was Rhoney, present in the heart of it, both actor and witness to the whole weird scene. It does no good to tell folks you had to be there to get it--you had to see it--because then they will never have a chance of learning the rest of the story. Rhoney tries to tell the rest of the story, as it happened to her, almost on a day by day basis. I thank her for trusting us enough to be so brutally frank about it all. It's a heroic tale of great adventure. If you lived through that time, and shared her frame of reference, then she is speaking the language of your tribe, and you will easily understand what went down inside of that Karass. But, I am sorry, if you are younger, and have never been exposed to the psychedelic communal lifestyles of the mid sixties--and the patterns of the revolutionary social order of those days--you're going to have to translate--and something is probably going to get lost in translation. But for those of us who know many of the details of that unique era, Rhoney provides a bunch of missing pieces. Even the principle players were often astonished at the mysterious, miraculous synchronistic occurrences that unfolded or blossomed daily during that epoch. Let's face it folks, what happened during the psychedelic revolution of the 60's was a perfect storm that is unlikely to EVER be repeated again. It was pretty much a one time experiment. We thought humanity was on the verge of a great evolutionary leap forward; a new paradigm was emerging, and the old paradigm was broken. ALL the elements that had to be present for such magic to occur, in just the right time and place, will never happen again. For that reason, understanding what happened, and everything that flowed from the revelations of that period, is essential for students of creativity, anthropology, psychiatry, psychology, and the history of religions. Liberation of every kind, holistic thinking, synergistic comprehension, ecological awareness, the emergence of digital microchip technology, and simply the quest for the future evolutionary form of homo sapiens, the Ubermensch, the next great step--all grew up like Jack's magic beanstalk from the flowering of the sixties, an efflorescence of which Owsley was a principal gardener, and Rhoney was there with the work gloves, rake, hoe, and watering can. "The best fertilizer is the footsteps of the gardener."--old Chinese Proverb.
But that is not to say that only amazing healing stories of gratuitous grace and personal growth occurred as a consequence. Pandora's box HAD indeed been opened. Societal institutions were abandoned. People were thrown into spiritual, psychological wastelands that made them susceptible to all kinds of pernicious delusions, sloppy thinking, irrationality of every sort, mystification, reification and mythification. Masses of people were vulnerable to every kind of snake oil salesman, from self proclaimed Indian Guru's promising Bliss, to inspirational speakers in suits who charged to lecture on self-actualization, to organized criminal gangs recruiting mules, dupes, and foot soldiers---the lambs, stripped of societal belief structures were prey to every kind of wolf and wildcat and human Crocodile. Dragons came among us. And that is why maybe it's a good thing that nothing like this could ever happen again. Because, when your illusions are deconstructed, you will simply replace them with a new set of illusions, like a new set of clothes--unless you are really careful, and really skeptical, and can wield the sword of discriminative wisdom, and understand your practical epistemology. And if you can't see this on your own, you need a trustworthy teacher. And they are few and far between, and hard to find. Until then most will remain enrolled in the School of Hard Knocks. But, no fear, they have many lifetimes to matriculate, and we'll all go around the Game Board again and again.
12 of 15 people found the following review helpful.
A good look back and kind of a fun ride
By Virginia542
As a long time SF Bay Area Deadhead, this book is a welcome addition to the "literature" of the time because it is written by a woman, and not Mtn Girl (although God bless Mtn Girl but surely there were other women present). For once we get to hear the story of how while the men were creating this fabulous new paradigm for being, which hasn't quite panned out as so fabulouso, the women were all too often used and abused and stuck around anyway which is questionably admirable. It took a long strange trip for Roney to wake up and reclaim her life, and her perspective adds value to the big story. It's as if she has stitched additional snippets onto the places and times that have moved into lore - the Carousel Ballroom, Olompali, Fillmore posters, and more. She adds some new 3D elements to the experience of `open your mouth and close your eyes' and how it felt to be in the mix and swirl of confusion, creating new values and agreements, redefining love and family, and in too many ways being a really really dumb chick for how intelligent she turned out to actually be. She was at Woodstock, she met Jimi, she conversed with Jerry, and oh yeah fueled the scene by Owsley's side. It's nice to have these events jump off the screen through a new and different set of eyes. It's a good look back and kind of a fun ride.
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