Jefferson Airplane at Woodstock

I have been listening to this again and again for the past few weeks:

I went back and looked it up because someone my granddaughter's age expressed enthusiasm.

Time for some more Crown of Creation

The Jefferson Airplane on the Smothers Brothers Show.

I feel a desire to point out that the words of this song come, more or less, from an excellent post-apocalyptic novel by John Wyndham entitled The Chrysalids (UK) or Rebirth (US). This book was an assigned text in one Toronto high school for years, presumably until too many copies fell apart. Not a bad choice. Perhaps it led a few students to conclude "I've seen their ways too often for my liking" a little more quickly.