San Francisco Girls....Janis and Gracie...

Gracie and nemesis Michelle Phillips - hard to be jealous anymore, huh? Just glad to be alive.






I think people want their blues singers to be miserable...JJ

Janis died. The sought after ice queen, (whom Dave Crosby called The Chrome Goddess) retired in the 88. Still depressed. Still hard to smile.

Then she got old. So old I don't want to print her recent picture. But I did. Because she wouldn't care if I did. Evidently she doesn't care about growing old.

Of her body, she says, "It's all lumpy stuff with lines."

Ahem. Anything else?

"I think old people are scary," says the former hippie vixen. "They remind you of your own death. People don't like to tell you that."


But I rather remember Gracie the way she was - just like we have to remember Janis.

I'm very fond of drugs.
Things change so fast, you can't use 1971 ethics on someone born in 1971. GS

Janis never had the obsession of radical revolution. She was trying too hard for someone to love her. But Gracie made quite a name for herself. She was hell-bent on giving Richard Nixon LSD, but the Secret Service recognized her.

I always loved the story about her daughter China - urban legend has it that she told a nurse that her daughter's name would be 'god' with a little g - to keep her humble.

That's typical Grace Slick talk - she's always been the in-your-face arrogant rocker.
She quit not because she lost her voice but because she would soon be 50 and she thought rock and rollers over 50 look ridiculous. She might be right.

I don't know how I've kept myself looking the way I do - I haven't used much effort, but a great haircut and and Escada jacket can work wonders. Looking at Grace Slick I don't think she's been into the type of yoga or dance I've always done.

I might be getting old 'but I ain't lumpy'.

But that's her life. Maybe she has nothing to prove and never did. We have no idea how Janis would have weathered age. She didn't have the chance to hit 30.

Not gorgeous, not understated, not girl-girls, but unique, hip, chic. These two girls, one from Texas and one from Chicago gave the world the face and sound of the sixties.









I might be the first hippie pinup girl! JJ

I'm one of those regular weird people. JJ

Clapton is God.....

There is no one like old slow hand. He's the top cat and he's lived 8 of his 9 lives. My husband and I go to at least one concert every tour. No matter how expensive (hell, some people play golf, we go to rock concerts).

In a world where drugs aren't an option, smoking isn't an option, and eating is done sparingly why not go to see our favorite rock and roll stars - it's our only vice.

My husband is an Eagles fan. I am an Eric Clapton fan. Several years ago we he had "Robert Randolf and the Family Band" open for him.

Our wonderful friend, Billy Preston was on the keyboards.

That friendship got us into back stage and an 'all access' pass. I met everyone else, but I didn't meet Eric. He had his wife and children there and they were already on the bus waiting for the traffic to slow enough to leave for Miami.

Here is some of his family. He is married to Melia (sort of plain and simple, isn't she) probably more attractive in person. Here is little Conor that died so tragically. Here is Ruth, his oldest daughter. He has/had seven children by various women. Three are still small.

The last time I saw him he was sick. It was okay. He had Robert Cray with him and let Robert do most of the singing. They mostly just jammed. The audience was such he didn't need a big production. It was terrific.

Without dear Billy we were in the nosebleed seats. Doesn't matter. Eric was wonderful as usual.

He's become a family man. He's become clean and sober.