The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Artists in Action #295

Grace Slick . . .
. . . uses a gesture whose recent frequency on this blog could be misinterpreted by our visitors


H. P. L. said...

You can't get better than Grace!

I might be wrong but this should be from the Surrealistic Pillow photo session...


Mr DeBakey said...

I had White Rabbit cranked up in the car the other day

She's right y'know
The ones mother give ya do nuthin at all

Vanwall said...

She had one helluva a voice. I wish more women had been singing rock back then, rather than some of the lamentable attempts at high notes and falsetto attempted by some men who should've known better. JA had some extremely talented musicians, that's for sure - I loved Jorma's work.

Tim Lucas said...

This photo does indeed date from the SURREALISTIC PILLOW photo sessions; the photographer was the suggestively named Herb Greene. I've always felt this photo would have been an ideal inner sleeve for the album.