It’s one of those songs I can sing, pretty much all the way through, just as long as I don’t run out of breath, and I almost always do, Grace had to work at that, the big voice, and she was young, she probably can’t do it any longer, either, but she and I share a range, for sure.
And of course there’s the theme of the song, the lyrics, they’re great, and I look it up and see those lyrics credited to the Band, not the one that backed Dylan and then Fronted themselves, quite well, each and every one, but Jefferson Airplane, which went through all kinds of iterations, but that the song was written by all of them, not one, is so just White Rabbitly Perfectly Pure, I love it.
And the building crescendo, if that’s what it is, it’s almost like, 10, and Ravel, and Bolero, but it’s very specifically about the One Pill that makes you Larger, and the Other, that makes you Small, and Asking Alice, and being 10 feet tall, look at that 10 in there twice, no relation, like 10/10, but yeah, I can go through all of those lyrics (OMG I just sneezed on the woman in the painting next to me, OMG, I’m so sorry), I can feel that bass, and I can get to that place where I’m telling y’all to FEED YOUR HEAD with all my might, WTF, it’s fun, FEED YOUR HEAD.
After all, I’m a teacher.
Anyway, it’s funny, because once upon a time when I was kind of investigating Shamanism and there was this thing to go to, so I went, John Perkins was there, and he’d written a book about it, Shamanism, or Shapeshifting, but it was about Shamanism, and I’d drunk some Ayahuasca, and it was in the land of the Quakers, my father’s people, his land, so I went, and the first little exercise that occurred there was, well, I kind of forget the details, but I was partnered with a doula, and I didn’t know what a doula was before that, but Oh Yeah, I guess we were doing something about spirit animals, finding each other’s, and I found a Sea Star for her, and she said far out, just so, but what she found for me was White Rabbit.
And when I asked if that meant, like, cute little bunny, or like, Grace Slick’s White Rabbit and drugs? she said “Huh?” because she didn’t really get the reference to Grace Slick, or who Grace Slick was, or the drug thing, or I don’t know, but my question was not clear to her.
Anyway, the funny thing is, I have a White Rabbit, had it then, before I met the doula, have it now, it’s in the Cosmic Crate. It’s made of some kind of ceramic, or something mineral type soil based, maybe not ceramic, materials aren’t my thing, but it used to live out in the yard at the house on 42nd St., one of the many things left behind by my aunt, and the reason I’ve always treasured it is that it contains a mystery.
Like, literally, there’s something inside of it, and I don’t know what. Some day, I’ll break it, see what’s inside. Or maybe not, maybe I’ll pass it along to someone else, maybe one of the Lay women, prove how patient and trusting and sure I am that it holds something sacred, and not just some random bit of stone or clay left inside by the artist who made it.
I’ve asked my aunt, if she knows what’s inside, and she said no. Maybe she’d not much thought about it, or maybe she knows, and doesn’t say. Personally, I find it rather intriguing.
But then, I always remember what the Door Mouse said.