Recently I was with a group of women who I adore and we were talking about music and our favorite rockers of all time. There were a lot of male rockers who were named, and I threw in names of women who I've always admired in rock, soul and folk. Janis Joplin, Aretha Franklin, Linda Ronstadt, Christine McVie, Ann Wilson, Lydia Pense, Etta James, Joni Mitchell, Maggie Bell, Joan Jett, Chrissie Hynde, Signe Anderson, Mama Cass, Bonnie Raitt and of course Grace Slick. A comment that hasn't left me from that conversation was from one of the women who said for her, it was always about the men, and she never bought a record by a woman. WHAT? Really? NEVER??? I was stunned. Still am.
I wanted to be able to sing like all of those women. I knew I could never sing like a guy, so I bought the albums of women who's voices I admired, and could appreciate their point of view. I'm drawn to strong women who sing, and Grace certainly fits that description.
If you ever saw Jefferson Airplane or Starship with Grace, you know how riviting she was. Every eye was on her, and she also made you feel like she looked right into your eyes, through you, and into your soul. One of my boyfriends said it was the cocaine that Grace was known to do, but I just think it was her aura or intensity. I don't know, maybe it was the cocaine.
She quit touring and all that a while ago. She made wise investments, didn't need to keep touring or doing music, does her art work, and I think she's still beautiful with snow white hair. I never got to meet her or interview her, so she's the illusive artist that I guess I still would love to talk to. Who knows, there's still time.