The Banana Affair
| The electric Country Joe and The Fish band played in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, many times starting about 1967 and ending in 1969. We mostly as I remember it played at the Kitsilano Theater in the Kitsilano District. That was where most of the hippies lived. They had an underground newspaper called the Georgia Straight named after a body of water. I remember some of the local bands, Painted Ship and United Empire Loyalists. Chicken told me on a plane ride up to Canada that he had figured out that banana peels could get you high. He said that the peelings had the same stuff as marijuana in them. This was not true at all. The banana does have something in it, tryptophan I think, that does produce a mild feeling of calmness and relaxation. Maybe Gary had read about that, I don’t know. But he said if we dried out the peelings and scrapped off the white stuff and rolled it up and smoked it, it would get us high. We were living on peanut butter and banana sandwiches at the time and just throwing the peelings away, so this seemed like a good idea. |
After the plane landed and we got to the theater and the roadies were loading in the equipment we went into the Psychedelic Shop across the street and told Linda about the banana thing and asked if we could use the oven in the back room to dry out the banana peels. She said sure. So we went up on the corner to the little mom and pop store and got a bunch of bananas and brought them back into the back room. We peeled the bananas, ate the bananas and put the peelings in the oven at a very low temperature, so as not to destroy the THC in the banana peels. Then we went across the street to the theater to do our sound check.
The stage crew told us, "You see that water jar over there on the side of the stage? We just dissolved a bunch of LSD in it. If you want some during the night just help yourself." So we went over and took a few sips off the water jar. Then we did our sound check. Then we went back across the street over to the Psychedelic Shop into the back room to see how the banana peels were doing.
Well they were much too damp to smoke so we just sat around talking until the roadies came and told us it was time for our first set. So we went across the street to the Kitsilano Theater. Went up on stage. Took another couple of sips from the water jar and played our first set. Then we went back across the street and into the back room again to check on the banana peels. We decided that they were dry enough to smoke, so we scrapped off a bunch of that white stuff. We went up front in the shop and asked Linda for some rolling papers. Got em. Came back into the back room and rolled up a bunch of banana joints.
We lit them up and started smoking them looking at each other and asking, "are you getting high?" "I don’t know how about you?". We must have smoked about twenty of those banana joints. Then the roadies came and told us it was time for the last set. So we stopped smoking and went across the street and into the theater to play our set. But before we started we took a few more sips from the water jar.
That night for our last set we started with "Not So Sweet Martha Lorraine" but just could not seem to stop playing it. We played a forty-five minute version of that song that night to our amazement. After the set we ran across the street to the Psychedelic Shop and into the back room and started smoking those banana joints saying, "Man this shit really works, I am so high I can’t believe it."
So after we packed up the equipment we went to some parties in Vancouver that night told people "bananas get you high." They thought we were crazy.…
We went back home to Berkeley and right away played a concert at California Hall in San Francisco that was a benefit for NORMAL, the campaign to legalize marijuana in California. We passed out 500 banana joints to the audience that night and told them, "It’s banana, it gets you high."
Next day I went up on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley with a pipe filled with banana yuck and made my friends smoke it. I told them all, "IT’S BANANA, IT GETS YOU HIGH"
The next morning I went to the Co-Op to get our breakfast and there were no bananas in the banana bin. So I went over to Safeway and there were no bananas there. You could not get a banana in Berkeley that day. On the way home I saw a copy of the San Francisco Chronicle with a three inch headline that said,