This one by Jefferson Airplane, written and sung by Grace Slick, is one of those songs that have continued to ring and resonate in my memory since I first heard it on their After Bathing at Baxter's album in 1967. . An utterly strange song, with a revolving middle-Eastern tonality that loops insinuatingly between choruses. An unusual time signature, not busy or virtuostic is the conventional sense, but precisely placed, slightly behind the bass: you're reminded that drummer Spencer Dryden had a jazz background and understood the odd time signature. Words and music by Grace Slick, stanzas conveying something like what it must be like meeting yourself in the thick of problematic acid trip, and, of course, a very odd and splendidly hooky song structure. There are many snippets of what must be going through a first time acid taker's brain that it simulates the literally idea of sliding deep down a rabbit hole.
I nominate Slick as a candidate for more serious scholarship about her songwriting and musicianship.
