I saw you, comin’ back to me…
The latest rocker who gave their all; to part this Earth yet remain in our memories is Paul Kantner of Jefferson Airplane.
Personally, I love Airplane and Starship. They were groovy and didn’t care. That’s cool.
Why are we discussing this on a metal site? Well , for one…Sanctuary’s White Rabbit cover is one of the coolest metal covers of all time. Secondly, Jefferson Airplane had a golden streak where they got everything right before grapes soured or the smooth voiced Grace of graces had problems down the road in her life. Paul and the gang were bold enough to wave the love flag instead of beating the drums of war. This alone is metal as fuck in a truer sense than basement losers listening to gore metal.
People fetishize Charles Manson, the man who almost ruined the Beatles, LSD and the hope of the 60’s peace movements single handedly. Maybe he was a frail man who started out analytical and wanting to know what was behind the veil or the Satanic power mad world behind the curtain of politics, but he ended up as a scared little murderer who needed validation from vulnerable followers that did his dirty work for him. Plus, Sharon Tate was so amazing and we were robbed of her and her friends lives in such a disgusting fashion. I personally was just writing for another site that I think the Manson murders scarred us and shoved us more violently towards the fear mongering world we live in today than people realize. Hunter S. Thompson knew. And by the way, we all know HE was an Airplane fan.
Surrealistic Pillow, the title alone makes my loins feel lysergic and the head start to daydream. Love it.
It was so cool once to learn about Flower Travellin’ Band from my friend Laura Pleasants of Kylesa or to once upon a time discover the stoner rock sub genres that are more retro like The Golden Grass,Purson and Jex Thoth, albeit with an emphasis on picking back up an old torch yet without making the same mistakes of yesteryear.
It doesn’t have to be cool to be miserable. Anthrax wrote “anti-social” but actually want to have happy lives, for example.
Yeah, let’s not fetishize the murderers. We think it is edgy but while it is cool to psychoanalyze things or listen to Church Of Misery or the newest Wreckmeister Harmonies or Nick Cave’s Murder Ballads or whatever, but if it is dwindled into essentially a fashion statement devoid of meaning we are in trouble. Or we might as well put Che Guevara and Trump faces on every other frisbee and sell em out of the same tent at the county fair.
Death Valley ’69 by Sonic Youth and other smarter trips through the underbelly aside, it is cooler to push the “WE CAN” culture. Take the seediness out of the underground and look at pot as medicine, meditation as research, kindness as strength, acceptance as a test of Manhood.
Doing speed or carving nazi symbols on your face and being a dipshit might make for good TV, but you’re still a dick. Martin Shkreli can claim altruistic goals but still perhaps to be strapped to a chair and forced to watch Philadelphia and Dallas Buyers Club over and over Clockwork Orange style until he admits he has been acting like a dipshit robber baron Oliver Queen playboy without the redeeming Green Arrow side. Fuck you, dude.
The shit that Jefferson Airplane and San Fran held up triumphantly in the flower power daze of hopes and dashed dreams. But remember, flowers grow back. You just need good soil.
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star?