One purpose for this blog is to correct big errors other people make on the innertubes. Now that I buy my electrons by the barrel, I can spread myself as thin as I want. Today a blog trashed Paul Kantner. That is very wrong. Disclaimer: I am guilty of having been in high school in 1968. I add that I am not dead yet–two months ago I drove 500 miles to be in Austin on Wednesday night to see James McMurtry and I see Lydia Loveless every chance I get.
The Jefferson Airplane recorded a lot of rock love songs, for which I commend them. Don’t know if it was Kantner or Balin or both, but they never got cynical. Further disclaimer: I have been lucky in love for the last 50+ years. ‘It’s no secret/you’ve got me jumping up and down.’ ‘Even when I close my eyes/all I see is you.’
After Bathing at Baxter’s is an all-time great album. When I was buying new speakers in 1975 (effin’ burglars), I took it along as my test. One employee played it VERY loud with the door open. The aging freaks circled around like moths to a porchlight.
It is fashionable to criticize We Built This City. I heard it once. It was okay. I am sorry if anyone heard it ten thousand times, but it’s not Honey or Me and God Are Watching Scotty Grow. Be serious.
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