Results for Grace Slick

Born Grace Barnett Wing in 1939, the dark haired, sloe-eyed beauty that is Grace Slick, via her marriage to Jerry Slick, is one of rock's divas, doyennes and darlings and one of modern music's most recognizable names. Best known for power-driven vocals in rock bands Jefferson Airplane, Jefferson Starship and Starship, Slick combined polished physical attributes and those towering vocals to become a formidable female force in rock music. Her early acid rock anthems "Somebody to Love" and "White Rabbit" forever remain eerie staples of psychedelia, the Summer of Love and San Francisco rock history....more

  • For Unlawful Cuomo Knowledge: Van Halen vs. Weezer

    by James Greene, Jr.March 5, 2008Comments (12)

    I think the biggest mistake my generation ever made, aside from casting aside funnyman Norm MacDonald once he was fired from Saturday Night Live, was believing from day one that Weezer was just kidding around about all those ’70s hard rock references. (read more)

  • An Indie Culture Celebration: Noise Pop 2008

    by The EditorsFebruary 27, 2008Comments (5)

    It’s that time again… Noise Pop time! The best thing about this festival is that when you really begin to dig through the schedule you realize that there are talented, up-and-coming bands to be experienced each and every night. That’s what this festival is all about: the unknown… even if there are a slew of excellent mid-level bands to see. (read more)

  • Grand Ole Party

    by j. poetJanuary 30, 2008Comments (0)

    "new changes out of the venerable blues/rock cannon" (read more)

  • Alexander “Skip” Spence: Oar

    by Anthony FirestineOctober 17, 2007Comments (10)

    Alexander Lee “Skip” Spence found himself in the Bay Area after spending the first part of his life in Ontario, Canada. After a brief stint as a folk singer, he joined San Francisco psych pioneers Quicksilver Messenger Service as a guitarist. QMS started playing gigs (read more)

  • Good Riddance to the 40th Anniversary of the Summer of Love

    by Andrew LauSeptember 12, 2007Comments (6)

    There’s always a clamor on Haight Street, even now at night: neon lights, blinking lights, colored lights, and people standing outside yakety-yaking their current affairs on cell phones. Music spills out of doorways and thumps through walls, with shouts and laughs added in to concoct the sound of good times. (read more)