Jefferson Airplane

Jefferson Airplane are normally not my go-to band when I'm making a visit to the HeartBreak Hotel. (Not that my heart is broken or anything near that metaphor. After all, Germany won their match today and now I'm trying to devise a plan to see how I can marry Lukas Podolski and Thomas Muller. Polygamy is legit in Deutschland, right?)

But sometimes we forget how amazing the musical world is until one leaves their itunes on shuffle. Wham bam, thank you ma'am, and we are reminded. I think the world has forgotten Jefferson Airplane for its musical talents and instead credit the downfall of music to "We Built this City on Rock n Roll." I will not battle anyone on the merits of that song, but let's rewind to the days of Jefferson Airplane and let the Starship part be a distant future.

"Coming Back to Me" is an instigator of bedroom tears. If I were a 15 year old girl with a severe case of broken heartitis (which sounds like a demented case of hepatitis), then this song would be my anthem. Curtains drawn and lifeless body sprawled on my bed, I'd let Marty Balin tell me "I saw you, I saw you, I saw you comin' back to me." Insert a choked sob. Cross out "CB + JG = 4eva." And curse the torturous world of love. Oh, to be 15 again. "Crown of Creation" marches Grace Slick's vocals  on par with Pat Benetar. "Embryonic Journey" is a drift on some interesting guitar finger picking. On the same plate, we've got "Somebody to Love" and "White Rabbit" but those are the one-hit wonder type of songs that tend to pave over the genuine talent of a band.

Anyways, that's your blast to the past moment.