The Jefferson Airplane is a shambles. Jorma Kaukonen and Jack Casady shaved their heads and went off roller skating in Europe. Paul Kantner’s too pompous to carry anything by himself, and I don’t think they even have a regular drummer anymore. That leaves Grace Slick, the psychedelic Streisand of San Francisco humpty dumpty rock. Grace Slick, immortalised by Eye magazine clear back" in 1968 as the “Ice Maiden” to Janis’ fire gamin. Grace Slick, who sang “White Rabbit” the same year she sang a white Levis commercial and unknowingly slipped the dreaded you-know-what into the martinis of a whole generation of button-downers. Grace Slick, that storied hippie harridan who sings like Biiffy St.-Marie on Toluene and reputedly has such a laser tongue that she makes journalists quiver and even sent (ex Airplane drummer and all around swell fellow) Spencer Dryden home in tears from Winterland one night just because she’d met his howdydo with a typical “Shove it up your ass!”