A song cover with the greatest likelihood of having an impact on the Indie Universe is a Classic Rock single covered by an artist who is fully invested in and respectful of the original, while still “owning” the single by incorporating personally meaningful touches. That describes “White Rabbit” by LA’s Lauren Ruth Ward. Talking about performing the Jefferson Airplane single, Ward said:
"Grace Slick is the goddess of psych rock. There’s a movement happening right now in LA that I feel part of. So many women leading their own unique rock genre. I feel invincible singing Grace’s lyrics. I feel the palpable energy of all the musicians in the room when singing ‘White Rabbit.’ It’s one of those songs that give life."
Classic Rock covers have cross-generational appeal. For the older generations, they are opportunities to nostalgically revisit a “space” occupied in the past. For younger generations, the songs are suddenly timely and not merely a reflection of pre-birth times. That may be truer of “White Rabbit” than most Classic Rock singles, since so many stories swirl around its drug-induced motivation. One explanation is that Grace Slick wrote the track at the end of an acid trip during which she continuously listened to a Mile Davis album (“Sketches of Spain”). Grace said “White Rabbit” is about the hypocrisy of parents who read drug-referencing books, such as Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s "Adventures In Wonderland," and then question why their children later find drug experimentation interesting.
Lauren Ruth Ward was born in Baltimore, but moved to Los Angeles in 2015. It is there that Ward came together with a band: Liv Slingerland (bass), India Pascucci (drums) and guitarist and fellow songwriter Eddie Rivera. “They all call me ‘Mom,’” she says with a laugh. “It’s like getting three new best friends that you’re giving the most personal part of yourself.”
“White Rabbit” (Jefferson Airplane cover) by Lauren Ruth Ward
Lyrics of “White Rabbit”
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives
you
It don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking
caterpillar has
Given you a call
And call Alice
When she’s just small
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind
of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When the logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the white knight is talking
backwards
And the red queen is off with
her head
Remember, what the dormouse
said
Feed your head
Feed your head