NEW FRONT OPENED BY THE ARTISTS
Speaking of the rock band, the Jefferson Airplane, this weekend (Friday and Saturday nights and Sunday afternoon) the Airplane will be at the Fillmore Auditorium with the Grateful Dead, and just to show you what kind of a world it is, while Mr. Poole is pointing out my slighting of the S.F. State Festival, a rock fan named Denise Brown petitions me to, please, pay some attention to the Grateful Dead and offers a poem about them to support her case. It is reprinted herewith in its entirety:
"To the Grateful Dead
There's a Really groovy group I know
Their called the Grateful Dead
When you stand there and listen to them play
They drive you out of your head
The guys are great, their music is fine
They can absolutely blow your mind
Bobby is my favorite one, the cutest and
The best, with Pig Pen coming right behind
I dig his groovy vest. Jerry is the sexy one,
His guitar playing's out of sight. And Phil is
Really a sweet guy, who plays with all his might.
I'm sorry to say I don't know the drummer
But his playing is really great. I bet he's really
A nice guy, with a personality first rate."
And a happy weekend to you, too, Denise.
(From Ralph Gleason's "On The Town" column, July 15 1966.)