Outside of the Grateful Dead, Jefferson Airplane probably conjures up the most vivid images of dirty hippie kids on Haight Ashbury. White Rabbit has such an irresistible bass line that it is the reason I keep this album around. Sure Somebody To Love, and Volunteers are killer sixties anthems, but for the most part Jefferson Airplane has always seemed like a bit of a relic that couldn't quite make the jump out of 1969. I had the chance to hang with Jorma Kaukonen, who's guitar playing I really like, and Jack Cassidy at a Hot Tuna show in Fort Collins, CO when I was helping out a buddy's band that was opening for them. They were both super nice, but pretty burned out. Jorma talked a lot about his ranch, and guns. Jack Cassidy asked me for a smoke. When I said, I don't smoke, he responded, "well, you sound like you do."
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