Owsley and Jerry Garcia of the Grateful Dead
If you were looking for some acid in San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district in the Summer of Love, chances are you only wanted one brand: Owsley. Owsley Stanley was a key figure in America’s counter-culture, a talented sound engineer for the Grateful Dead, and the maker of the purest LSD to be found anywhere, especially after it became illegal in 1966.
Owsley was a student at UC Berkeley when he first tried the drug in 1963. With a chemistry-student girlfriend, he then figured out how to make LSD himself, and was doing pretty well selling it until he was busted in 1965 for having a lab in a bathroom in his off-campus house. But the police ended up freeing him and returning his equipment, because they were looking for meth, and acid was still legal at the time.
He moved to Los Angeles and used his savings to buy enough chemicals to make 300 thousand doses of LSD, and returned to San Francisco just in time for the explosion of youthful energy that culminated in the Summer of Love in 1967.Owsley was friends with and supplied acid to all the top groups of the time, the Dead, the Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin. One group, Blue Cheer, even named their band after the nickname for Owsley’s LSD. Owsley ran the sound and built sound systems for the Grateful Dead, and also financed the band in their early years. He also famously contributed the acid consumed at the parties thrown by Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters, and was featured in a Tom Wolfe book about the Merry Pranksters called The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test.
In 1967, Owsley was finally arrested for the now-illegal drug, spent two years in prison, and then returned to work with the Dead as a sound engineer.
In his later years, Owsley moved to Australia, believing it was the safest place to avoid a new ice age. He stayed true to his hippie roots, naming two of his children Starfinder and Redbird. And he reportedly ate an all-meat diet, claiming that all vegetables are toxic.
Owsley Stanley died last Sunday as a result of a car crash in a storm near his home in Queensland, Australia. He was 76.
The late 60’s were a crazy, magical time in our lives. But our long hair has turned to bald heads, our ripped abs to pot bellies, our drug binges to a glass of nice Chablis before bed. Time is flowing faster every year. And now the “Acid King” is gone.
Owsley Stanley, gone on the ultimate psychedelic trip.


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and take us to heaven where dragons lie curled.
Not sure, but I do believe I once sampled his product....
Born in 1963, I was in nursery school and kindergarten when the counterculture was in full swing and these things (described above) were going on.
Owsley was admitted for free to the Mantra Rock Dance on January 29, 1967 at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco.
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The Avalon and the Fillmore were the scene of San Francisco rock: Jefferson Airplane, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Moby Grape, Quicksilver Mesenger Service, Grateful Dead, the Steve Miller Blues Band, Janis Joplin, etc. All young, white, and LSD oriented.
"I think what you are calling 'hippies' are our best potential,' Swamiji says. "Although they are young, they are already dissatisfied with material life. Frustrated. And not knowing what to do, they turn to drugs. So let them come, and we will show them spiritual activities...alll these 'anarthas', unwanted things, will fall away."
--Hayagriva dasa, The Hare Krishna Explosion (1985)
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I would have loved to have met Ken Kesey. (A December 1971 interview with Ken Kesey in The Realist is reprinted in Pro-Life Feminism: Different Voices, from 1985.)
But I was told Ken Kesey left his body nearly a decade ago.
I did a LOT of orange sunshine, white lightning, purple haze and bluedot.
Too bad about his bad trip.
He caused a lot of fun.
Spent many a night sitting on the floor of the Filmore and taking deep breaths on the free hempscent floating around in the air.
And, the hallucinations were great.
Always had my own light show.lol
Ranked right up there with pharmaceutical.
Thanks for this history, the obits in the paper were sort of skimpy.
Now to go listen to the Steely Dan reputedly inspired by Owsley, "Kid Charlemagne."
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Peace.
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You and me got to remember why we were born. No try to be in the terrible state on Mind ~ Forget-Fulness. If I am not careful, comassionate etc. Virtue departs the mortal form/frame. He just is geeting fed greens and pea soup somewhere. He can trade his old dried up seed/sack gonads bag full of precious seeds. He get a tailor to make hin a new white robe with no pockets. He no whore. He n pimp.
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He get a soft flowing robe tahr radiates a soft silver glow ~ soft Light. Calming hew...
What a clearly written tribute. Thanks.
He must have known where he was going.
He/Everybody?
Exchanges skin and bones for a soft robe.
If we people forget where we are going?
We run the risk?
We end up in an inferno darkened abyss.
Mess
Miss
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worst than`
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duck that`
clucks ugh.
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I hope this goes.
It go to co-ed
editor sauna
Oops.