“Have you seen the stars tonight? Would you like to go up on A Deck and look at them with me?”
Founding member of the Jefferson Airplane, guitarist and lyricist Paul Kanter died today from complications following a heart attack. He was 74.
Paul Kantner was overshadowed by Jorma Kaukonen’s freak guitar playing and Marty Balin’s pop star voice. But he was the blonde guitarist who made girls stop wearing bras and start having sex. He should have been given the Freedom Medal by some President sometime.
At least he made the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame –
I have a special place in my heart for the song “Have You Seen the Stars Tonight.”
THE trippiest record ever to come out of San Francisco was Blows Against the Empire, in 1970 – two sides of vinyl that made Revolution #9 seem like a high school AV class project, and at the end of the far out musical maelstrom was this sublime little gem.
Jerry Garcia on pedal steel, Crosby and Nash on harmonies, each adding magic that was absent from all the Jefferson Starship missions that followed this transitional paradise that Paul Kantner put together after the Jefferson Airplane crashed and burned.
Rest in Peace in the Stars, Baron Von Tollbooth
No, seriously. Get your flu shot.
At my early November doctor visit I felt a bit under the weather, so we chose to wait. Then I got busy.
And I have just spent one of the worst weeks of my entire life as a result. Tried to tell it that it was a cold. The first three days of writhing joint aches and chills were only the beginning.
Imagine every deep breath resulting in a good minute of convulsive, car-engine-trying-to-turn-over coughs until you feel faint from no oxygen, that finally spark and kick into truly gut wrenching, every muscle in your body clenched yeti howl coughs that cause a blinding headache, to maybe, if you are lucky, actually dredge from your lungs a plug of the thick sewage sludge, and having to expel nauseating lard lumps of it out of your trachea before it suffocates you – talking Linda Blair in the Exorcist amounts – and getting about 10 to 15 seconds before it happens all over again, for over 48 hours straight, when any sleep is counted in minutes during the 15 minutes every 4 hours when the Advil actually stops your chills and aches. And then laying there for another 3 days as it slowly lessens.
And then go get your flu shot.
On the one hand, watching a game between two bad teams can end up a closely contested match that comes down to the very last play, as it did tonight when the Ravens blocked a potentially game winning field goal and returned it all the way for the winning TD as time ran out.
On the other hand, watching two bad teams for hours like that makes one want to slink out unnoticed after it’s over, as if they don’t want to be seen leaving a cow flop throwing contest
Je ne parle pas le français, so I shall just say it in English.
The hate of the scum of the earth can claim lives today, but your civilization shall stand as a beacon of enlightenment and beauty a thousand years after the barbarism of these delusional swine has gone extinct from the world.
The New York Youth Symphony’s Glorious Season Finale
[Delayed by technical difficulties, I neglected to publicize this review once posted.]
Nowhere did Memorial Day weekend shine more vibrant than within the walls of Carnegie Hall, where the New York Youth Symphony performed beautifully the works by three composers at the end, peak, and start of their careers – Beethoven, Rossini, and Molly Joyce.
“It was thrilling to hear live and in person, all those strings and horns driving the piece onward. I was also happily impressed by the clarity and individual personality heard from every reed, brass and flute, throughout the gentler transitional sections, and how the entire ensemble gathered into one awesome host, when the timpani sounded the start of a new leg in the race, and all were off over hill and dale at a fierce gallop. It was a thing wonderful to behold to be heard.”
Why don’t they just officially change the name to subway pains?
“The pains were so slow tonight!” “How long did you have to wait for your pain?” “I had to take 4 pains to get home!”
Ahhhh, how could I forget the Sunday Night Follies in the subway system? Watching it say the train is coming in 2 minutes, for 8 minutes and saying 1 minute, then disappearing off the board and never showing up. Delightful.
Perhaps that was a ghost pain, for the part of my life amputated and thrown away while waiting for pains.
Ahhhh. Stripped off the lightest of my flannel sheets and replaced them with freshly laundered cotton sheets.
Windows open all day.
And now the sweet scent of ozone sinking through the troposphere from the impending spring thunderstorm provokes yet another ahhhhhh. Spring is in the air and great sleeping weather awaits.
Monday Map – May 4th Marks the 45th Anniversary of the Kent State Shootings
When Ohio National Guardsman fired live ammunition at students protesting the war in Cambodia, 13 fell in the 13 second volley, 4 of them died.
The action at Kent State University on May 4, 1970 forever changed how law enforcement and military authorities of the United States approach and deal with public protests, hostile mobs, and riots. While the social revolution of the Viet Nam era was cresting, in the long run, the horrific mistakes of that day led to a lasting revolution in non-lethal crowd control, preventing many more fatalities in the years to come, all the way down to the sad events in Baltimore in recent days.