Saturday, September 24, 2005

Grace through the Years













I met Grace Slick tonight. Yes, Grace Slick of Jefferson Airplane fame; the writer/ singer of a 1960's anthem song.



"White Rabbit"


One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen says "off with her head"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head."



I was strolling through a local mall, Fashion Island in Newport Beach, when I came upon a group of people outside of an art gallery. Having an art degree, I was curious as to what was happening. I asked a young woman and she pointed to a sign advertising the work of Grace Slick was being shown tonight; Grace Slick was there in person. And the wine was free. No cheese.

Excited, Iwent in. There were many people of grand means standing around wearing fashionable fashions, saying artsy stuff as if they knew what they were talking about, and drinking their very tony martinis. Few were buying or were even being sold anything. The sales staff could see they were looky lou's.

I, on the other hand, was dressed in German Army surplus fatigue pants, brown riverguide shirt, hiking boots, unshaven and drinking a very unfashionable Merlot (soft and velvety.) Speaking to no one, I proceeded around the gallery, nodding my head at this painting, smiling at another, then laughing aloud at still one more.

Noticing my attention to the art work, Alex, a sales guy, stepped up next to me and asked which painting I'd like to buy. We talked and compared several paintings and drawings. I pointed out the one drawing I liked, not because of the image, but for the confidence with which the lines were drawn. Grace has never been known for hesitancy or doubt. Another, a portrait of Jerry Garcia, was done with vibrant colors and showed the innocence and magic of the Grateful Dead man.

Without much fanfare or inner debate, I chose this painting that was not my first choice upon entering. It is titled "Classic Rabbit". It is painted very much in the style of the Louis Carroll story "Alice in Wonderland", a story that I have never really liked. After looking at the many paintings several times, I kept coming back to this one. I really do like it.

Upon paying for the painting, I was escorted to a roped area where Grace was dedicating the art work and posing for the buyer photo. I introduced myself, we shook hands, and we had a short conversation about my cat, Alice, that somehow led Grace to tell me of her recovery from alcoholism with the help of an addiction counselor, himself a rock star and recovering addict. She is a very sweet lady with beautiful, bright blue eyes.

There aren't many stars I have wanted to meet - Marilyn Monroe, John Wayne, Grace Slick. Norma Jean died while I was still just a boy and though a neighbor for many years, John Wayne was a very private man in his later years. Grace Slick was my last hope and she was everything I could have hoped for.

I was just strolling through the mall. I was almost late for a very important date.


The life of Indigo Red is full of adventure. Tune in next time for the Further Adventures of Indigo Red.



6 comments:

Don said...

These little stories are why I never misss your blog Indy...little slices of life to be found nowhere else, mixed in with well researched information of either current events or historical interest

YellowRose said...

Being in the right place at the right time...it was your destiny. Very cool!

Newvictorian said...

I always enjoy hearing about people meeting someone by chance like this.

Met Bill Murray in Reno once. He was wearing a towel.

Maybe I should do a post about it.

Indigo Red said...

Yes, NV. Do a post about meeting Bill Murray who who was wearing a towel. I, for one, would be most interested.

Ron Lyre said...

You see that's what us Brits lack, I don't know what the word is, but to be able to say ...'John Wayne was a neighbour' (correct spelling)is so fantastic. The best I can say to match that is 'When I was studying at College in Salisbury, Edward Heath lived just down the road'. Doesn't have the same ring to it does it? And of course you'll be asking who the hell is/was Edward Heath?

Indigo Red said...

Ron,

Would that be The Right Honorable (the correct spelling) Sir Edward Heath, Conservative Prime Minister of Great Britain, or Edward Heath, age 60, of Sacramento, California?

BTW, I've a boatload of extra U's I'm not using. You may have them, if you wish. You will have to pay the freight, though.