It was one of those weird moments where you had to pinch yourself to make sure that you didn't wake up. Leslie and I were down in Ocean Beach and we saw a tiny sign in a window that read Jefferson Airplane tonight. Yea, right, we laughed. We walked in anyway for a goof. There were less than ten people in the small room. The late Paul Kantner was sitting on a stool in the middle of the empty space. I walked right up to him and asked him to play this song as an opening number. He cocked his head and looked at me, snapped his finger and said, "Coming right up." Launched into the Fred Neil song and the band, which included Marty, Jack and Skip at that point, proceeded to tear the place down for the next three hours. We were blessed as we were again at Papa John's memorial when Grace showed up at midnight and belted it out in full flower. Lucky life. We started that night drinking shots at the bar with the late, great rock photographer Jim Marshall. Epic.
Damn, I sure wish I had been there with you. It would have been a "Miracles" moment.
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