What an odd, unrealised, occasionally sublime, more often half-cocked group they were, the Airplane
Rickety not-quite rock, songs that seemed half-written, erratic or strained vocals, variable quality and painfully of-their-time lyrics, embarrassing posturing ... yet moments of piercing beauty
Not that many featuring Kantner as sole songwriter, or singer, it has to be said, but this cowrite with Balin on vocals is diamond
Otherwise - mirroring my Fleetwood Mac strong bias to Nicks and nothing but (not totally true but near enough) - it's all about Slick and her songs for me
one of my favorite record covers, though, After Bathing At Baxter's
Never quite managed to get into this despite "liking the idea"
overall the San Francisco scene seems like one of the largest ever discrepancies between Legend and what can be gleaned from the actual recorded relics
you really had to be there
