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She has been called rock and roll's original female outlaw, as famous for her bad behaviour as for her haunting singing voice. From White Rabbit and Somebody to Love to Sarah and Miracles, the songs she performed became the anthems of a generation. Whether describing her antics at the White House with Abbie Hoffman or the unforgettable experience that was Woodstock, Slick's recollections have the same rich imagery found in her lyrics. In this provocative narrative, readers will discover the many sides of Grace Slick: as artistic pioneer; she records songs with Jerry Garcia and David Crosby; as practitioner of freedom and rebellion; she beds Jim Morrison and gets arrested for DUI on three separate occasions; without actually being in a car; and as a loving mother to actress China Kantner; she tries to balance casual friendship with parental wisdom. Through the unflinching eye of a survivor, this no-holds-barred memoir brings to life the people and spirit that defined a quarter-century of American pop culture.In her 25-year career as a musician, Grace Slick charted dozens of hits and sold millions of albums; Jefferson Airplane (1965-1972) hit #3 on the Billboard charts with Surrealistic Pillow, and Jefferson Starship (1974-1989) charted four #1 singles. Includes one 4-page colour photo insert.Also available as a Time Warner AudioBook read by the author.
Grace Slick looks back on a lifetime of sex, drugs and rock & roll in Somebody to Love?, a wisecracking memoir featuring cameos by some mighty famous faces. As the lead singer of Jefferson Airplane (later Jefferson Starship and, still later, Starship), Slick had a ringside seat for some of the decade's most notorious high jinks--Haight-Ashbury, Woodstock, the sexual revolution, and of course, '60s drug culture. Put it this way: if the dormouse said feed your head, Slick did--again and again and again. Which leads to this memoir's principal shortcoming: it's hard to document the most important decade of your life if you can't remember it. Still, even if she's a little fuzzy on some of the details, the anecdotes alone are worth the price of admission, from the time Slick and Abbie Hoffman plotted to dose Richard Nixon to her surreal sexual encounter with a nearly autistic-seeming Jim Morrison: "Although I knew there was some pattern of events going on in his head that connected what I'd just said to what he was thinking, it never made sense." Now sober and nearing her 60s, Slick frets over her aging body, campaigns against biomedical research, and feeds the raccoons in her back yard. But she hasn't lost any of her famous feistiness. This is the same woman who flashed her breasts at photographers, pulled her skirt over her head at concerts, and even once, "having ingested the entire contents of the minibar in my hotel room," stuck her fingers up an audience member's nose. Grace Slick may have mellowed, but bless her heart, she's still running off her mouth. --Mary Park
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