The show was great I saw both him recently and his father live in the 80s.
This article saddens' me greatly.
Not sure how to react to the family turmoil.
So much of my youth was spent playing tennis, football and discovering/uncovering Franks music.
Frank was brilliant. His music was brilliant.
Don't click on "rollingstone.com", they suck. ...but if your a die hard Zappa fan like me I'm just appaulded by the family dynamics, but not surprised I guess...
I did read it. Sad. I understand how this can happen. Parents can be led to cause permanent rifts between their kids with the money. They can be fooled by one child. Or one child can cause a problem for his siblings. Inheriting estates seems to cause some to lose all morals and kindness. Forever was it and forever it will be.
Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET’S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK
We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you’d do the same if they was you
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY’S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
This is so sad! Frank was a friend of mine. Not close, cuz I lived in Milwaukee. I took him around town for a few days, and we had a blast. My band, Methyl Ethyl and The Ketones was a Zappa influenced band. Whenever he played anywhere close, Gail would call and tell me there were backstage passes waiting for me. Got some fun stories! This saddens me!
Before our boys were born, my wife bought a book with hundreds and hundreds of names, to help us make up our minds. I don’t recall “Dweezil” being in there, or ever considered.
It’s gotten hairier in the year since. Dweezil’s shows keep getting better though. Last time he was in town he hung out in the lobby after the show, he’s great to talk to about his dad’s music. Meanwhile the rest of the family is working on a tour with mostly alums and a hologram. I probably won’t see it, too museumy, what’s great about Dweezil’s shows is they’re living and breathing and improvised and he never plays the same song the same way twice, just like his dad’s.
Let’s face it, Weasel Zappa is the Hilary Clinton of rock music.
Peaches en Regalia and Son of Mr Green genes are desert island disc stuff for me
I saw Frank six times from the late 70s to the mid 80s. Each show was incredible. He surrounded himself with the finest musicians in the business.
I really, really miss my younger days sometimes.
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my conference room at the office is called the ‘Zappa Room’ and my first company was called Strictly Commercial :)
Saw FZ live in concert in Atlanta multiple times in Atlanta during the mid 1970’s. The guy was a great guitar player. Had a PHD in music and wrote every note that his band played. Us kids in Athens, Ga. were astonished that he tried marijuana once and never bothered with it again. And that when asked why did he spend 12 hours per day in the music studio he said,” nothing else to do.” The he died of bun-hole cancer. He tried to bring in the Capt. Beefart Band to do a joint venture album. It was difficult because Beefart did not know how to read music. On one of Zappa’s busses was the words “absurdities unlimited.” FZ seemed to rail against the every day stupidity of Orange County convience store consumerism. Me, I like to watch the TV show Bob’s Burger’s which is about the absurdity of low budget consumerism. Maybe I will not die of bung hole cancer. I worked in a restaurant in Athens Ga. during the 1970s. Today I do not eat hamburger. Long live Wrangler Steak House. You just had to be there to comprehend it.
I use one of Frank’s lines all the time: “Do you love it? Do you hate it? There it is, the way you made it.” And the lyrics to “I’m The Slime” are the stone cold truth.
What’s the ugliest part of your body
What’s the ugliest part of your body
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
But I think it’s your mind
I guess it was a given that the kids would fight over Frank’s genius.
My deepest sympathies for Dweezil and Moon. Frank’s music was an important part of my pre-teen and teen years and unlike most of the other music I listened to back then, I still love his work. Dweezil is keeping his father’s music alive, using some of Frank’s old band-mates, and I’m certain Frank would be proud of him. I’ll be buying tickets to see Dweezil next time he comes through.
Later That Night
You surely must be trying
To break this heart of mine
I thought you knew I loved you
And we’d share a love so fine
But later that night
You threw a padlock on my door
My clothes out on the street
‘Cause you don’t want my love no more
And I cryyyd, I cryyyd
I-I-I-I-I cried my heart out
Cried my heart out
Later that night
(spoken)
Don’t go baby, don’t put me out on the
street. You threw my best sharkskin
suit out on the lawn, right on top of
some dog waste
(I hold in my hand three letters from
the stages of your fine, fine, super-
fine career...) and my best white
shirts with the Mr. B collar all
over the front lawn. Where’s my cuff
links? Lemme back in dere. Dere?
“Huffa puffa, Huffa puffa
There’s no room to breathe in here”
“That’s alright honey. You can come
out of the closet now”
Saw Frank and the Mothers of Invention—on Mother’s Day—in 1970 at the Academy of Music, Philadelphia. Good times!
Dude.. Alex Winter is working on a second documentary.
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