Paul Kantner

It has been 2 years since Paul passed. At the time I was surprised at how much it affected me. It was 2 weeks before I could listen to his music.
In the late sixties, Jefferson Airplane, Grace Slick; I loved the music, the culture. But then in 1971 Paul released the “Blows Against the Empire” album. It was science fiction, a concept album, and he had assembled a remarkable group of talent to make it happen. It was then I realized that it was Paul’s music the whole time that I loved. I followed him over the years, KBC band, Jefferson Starship in its various forms, and saw him many times when he came to New York. Spoke to him briefly at one show. His music became the soundtrack to my life. He was talented, fearless, gentle, and had a very singular sense of humor. I could go on.
After his passing, the first thing I listened to was on YouTube. I had never seen this performance before. It was Contemporary Youth Orchestra performance in Cleveland 2011. Sketches of China. One of my favorites from years before. As I watched the children perform I started to tear up. Cathy Richardson sings ‘you don’t even know what this man feels like’ and it cuts to Paul on guitar; how could they have known I thought. I imagined Paul ascending and being conducted into heaven, eternity, with this as a soundtrack. And these talented children playing and clapping along, creating this wonderful performance, not knowing that one day soon it would be viewed as I did. They have their lives stretching out before them with all the possibilities that could mean. They are living in the world of tomorrow were Paul,….and I, can never go.
Paul’s passing, more than any others in my life, attached itself to my own mortality. I can’t explain it. Maybe I saw him as more of a contemporary with myself, as something of a kindred spirit. Maybe I felt some kind of connection to him. Maybe I just loved the man.
Still tear up.