It is rather hard to believe that this song is fifty one years old, and rather harder to believe that the great ass-kicking Grace Slick is eighty one today. She’s the kind of person who’d say “don’t look back“, but heck, that is just not going to happen. So, here she is at her most gloriously forthright. Happy Birthday Grace.
Sure, I could climb high in a tree, or go to Skye on my holiday. I could be happy. All I really want is the excitement of first hearing The Byrds, the amazement of decades of Dylan's music, or the thrill of seeing a band like The Long Ryders live. That's not much to ask, is it?
