Have You Seen The Stars Tonight? Would You Like To Go Up On ‘A’ Deck And Look At Them With Me?
This morning, the radio played a Jefferson Starship song, and I was reminded of a basic question -
Jefferson Starship. What the blistering, hand-tooled, wasabi-flavored, unrefundable fuck was that about?
Seriously. Jefferson Airplane was one of the best and most basic bands of the Sixties. Blows Against The Empire, despite a certain smugness, was an excellent album. So, really, what the fuck brain-eating alien parasite infested their skulls for the formal line up and albums?
Damn, boy. Just, damn.
Jefferson Starship. What the blistering, hand-tooled, wasabi-flavored, unrefundable fuck was that about?
Seriously. Jefferson Airplane was one of the best and most basic bands of the Sixties. Blows Against The Empire, despite a certain smugness, was an excellent album. So, really, what the fuck brain-eating alien parasite infested their skulls for the formal line up and albums?
Damn, boy. Just, damn.