I first saw this long jaw on a perfect Spring afternoon in 1967. The high school let students hang out in a room after classes and play music (quietly). Somebody had brought in their brand-new album —
Music was just beginning its serious competition with books for me, but the names, this cover art, the songs, were a riotous flowering in their favor. Okay, this is as weird as any of these books I’m finding out of the way in the stores …
Grace and Marty and (admittedly to a lesser extent) Paul had my fantasy moments in the next few years (despised Starship). But, Mr. Kantner, that first was the finest, the light in that room as fresh and warm as ever. That plastic remains fantastic.
PS: And good for him for being such a homebody type for San Francisco.