March 18, 2017

White Rabbit: Grace Slick A Cappella

"I'm not a singer. I'm a shouter." -- Grace Slick

Slick wrote White Rabbit at home in Marin County a year earlier, on an upright piano with missing keys, at the end of an acid trip during which she listened to Miles Davis’s Sketches Of Spain for 24 hours straight. Then she presented it to her then bandmates, San Francisco raga-folk avatars the Great Society. "They'd read us all these stories where you'd take some kind of chemical and have a great adventure. Alice in Wonderland is blatant; she gets literally high, too big for the room, while the caterpillar sits on a psychedelic mushroom smoking opium. In the Wizard of Oz, they land in a field of opium poppies, wake up and see this Emerald City. Peter Pan? Sprinkle some white dust-cocaine-on your head and you can fly."

And now... complete with lyrics and her backing band...

Posted by gerardvanderleun at March 18, 2017 1:37 PM
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Dopey lyrics. Nice rhythmic music and voice.

Posted by: Howard Nelson at March 18, 2017 4:27 PM

Love this song. I probably couldn't name two others before they became Starship but this song always makes me feel like something weird's about to happen, and when it all comes crashing down at the end it makes me feel like something just did. What I never know.

Posted by: Uncle Mikey at March 18, 2017 7:36 PM

Quintessential Boomer Anthem. Annoyingly so. Grace Slick with her Voice and breath-taking beauty. Singing of drug-infused nonsensities. If only Feed Your Head resulted in something more tangible than Oliver Stone movies.

Posted by: Nori at March 19, 2017 8:50 PM