Here Fido, here fido
Frank Zappa and The Mothers, they had the best place around............
Wait until these ‘fresh converts’ see the album cover for Joe’s Garage. I imagine many would find that to be ‘problematic’, thereby resulting in Zappa’s posthumous cancellation.
I have never been able to conclude whether Zappa was a bizarre genius or a somewhat skilled conman who fooled people into believing he was something much greater than he was.
Billy was a mountain.
Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder.
There is already a Zappa documentary on Amazon Prime. I’m 67 and the generation he played to. I could never get into his stuff. I’ve tried recently and I still can’t.
I did enjoy Montana and, as a teenager, Dynamo Hum had a certain, um, “charm”, but that was it.
But his abstaining from all drugs and alcohol is interesting, considering his music causes one to infer the exact opposite.
Anyway, at about the 5 minute mark Here's My Alma Mater GA Southern doing some Zappa.
Camarillo Brillo
You either love or hate him. I’ve been a fan since I was 13. He has some great stuff and some that is not. He certainly could see into the future and the direction of society. Back from his “Freak Out” album “and I don’t even care if your dad’s a he.” Or just listen to the rarely listened to “Joe’s Garage act II and III”.
Jewish Princess
“With a garlic aroma that could level Tacoma...”
Who Needs the Peace Corps?
What’s there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I’ll just DROP OUT
I’ll go to Frisco
Buy a wig & sleep
On Owsley’s floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I’m completely stoned
I’m hippy & I’m trippy
I’m a gypsy on my own
I’ll stay a week & get the crabs &
Take a bus back home
I’m really just a phony
But forgive me
‘Cause I’m stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
How I love ya, How I love ya
How I love ya, How I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO...Hotcha!
First I’ll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lure
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Height Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep...
I will, I will go to a house
That’s, that’s what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there’s a rock roll band
‘Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won’t care
I agree with Frank Zappa’s apparent desire for a national sales tax over an income tax.
I had never heard this until the past two months.
Read this later / break time.
I always liked Montana.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZV5Rk3pnH4&ab_channel=FrankZappa-Topic
yippy yi oh tie aaaaay somehow a nearly a paranormal feel.
Btw, at about this time someone did a song that I’ve been trying to find for years, something like Miss Lucy did the Zambie shuffle every time I pulled her coat tails.
Anyone?
I am gross and perverted
I’m obsessed ‘n deranged
I have existed for years
But very little had changed
I am the tool of the Government
And industry too
For I am destined to rule
And regulate you
I may be vile and pernicious
But you can’t look away
I make you think I’m delicious
With the stuff that I say
I am the best you can get
Have you guessed me yet?
I am the slime oozin’ out
From your TV set
You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you
Don’t go for help...no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled
It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold
That’s right, folks.. Don’t touch that dial
Well, I am the slime from your video
Oozin’ along on your livingroom floor
I am the slime from your video
Can’t stop the slime, people, lookit me go
one of the best guitarists ever ...