April 19, 2009Zappa on Absurdity To me — absurdity is the only reality. The legendary Frank Zappa (1940–1993) On Parenting:
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On Rock Journalism:
On Music:
On Life:
On Stupidity:
On Music Censorship: For years Frank Zappa was clearly worried about open musical exploration, artistic integrity, and free speech. He released his ambitious ''Joe's Garage'' in 1979, which questioned what would happen if music were illegal. Six years later, the PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center) recommended voluntary album labeling. Joined by John Denver, and Twisted Sister's Dee Snider, Zappa went before the U.S. Congress and accused a Senate committee of fostering censorship. The PMRC had been co-founded by Tipper Gore, wife of Sen. Al Gore. Mrs. Gore's group had compiled a list of what they determined to be the worst offenders in music, dubbing them the "Filthy Fifteen." ********** In the years that followed, Zappa continued to explore various levels of musical expression. In 1982, he released "Valley Girl" on his own Barking Pumpkins label as a satire of California's shopping mall culture, which he correectly saw becoming a trend that he felt would follow for years... as it did. The recording reached #32 in the Billboard Hot 100, and featured his then 14-year-old daughter, Moon Unit.
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April 25, 2006Do I know you?
Have you ever met somebody that was really famous? I’m not talking about wannabee famous - like someone who has participated in a television commercial or won a beauty pageant. I mean a true legend. I’ll give you some examples; John Wayne, Elvis Presley, Dwight Eisenhower…. You get the idea. People that have made it into the history books or their names are commonly known. There are all types of famous people – from idols of adolescents, rock stars and actors, or the more notorious…. Ghangis Khan, Hitler, Nixon… to Paris Hilton; and there are all levels of notoriety. I met someone like that last week and didn’t even know it (just goes to show that I’m not good with names)… This person (whom I will not expose out of respect), is highly famous in my book. He played bass guitar with Led Zeppelin and toured the world with Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. Ok, his name maybe famous only in limited circles, but he is part of a legend and that legend is called ‘Rock and Roll’. I shook this guy’s hand, kissed his wife and daughter hello and goodbye, never even realizing that I was standing with someone that was on the front lines in the making of history. “So what?” you may be saying…. The “So What” is that he was just like everyone else I’ve ever met, an average guy. Does this mean that we are all history in the making and do we all have the possibility to be great in the right circumstances? I think my answer is ‘Yes’! Can I have your autograph please?!
Posted by globren on 04/25/2006 10:23 AM Comments (10)
March 23, 2006Weasels
Some people work with weasels,
others are ratted out by weasels.... not me! I get to sleep in weasel dust (go Zappa... sort of). In the attic of the chateau,where I am to start off the New Year doing some rewiring, lives a weasel. I know it's there because we came face to face one day years ago when I was plumbing in the bathrooms at the chateau. I got down on my hands and knees to squeeze through a small passage beneath one of the tower roofs, and there it was, not a foot away from my face. It bared its teeth, making a hissing noise and I screamed in surprise (I thought I was alone in the attic aside from the owl I have adopted). Ever since then, renters have been complaining of strange noises in the middle of the night above their bedrooms (you would be shocked at some of the noises they make). I called in an exterminator (the governor of California was unavailable), who spent about 30 seconds in the attic, came down wiping his hands with a rag (as if he had done something) and said "yep... you got a weasel". He then asked me if I had some old farm eggs that still had traces of chicken shit on them (hold on, I just happen to have a dozen here in my pocket). What I needed to do is inject them with poison (that too, I happen to have some left from the last time I poisoned a dysfunctional family member who came to visit). I may not ever make a good junkie, but injecting an egg without breaking it is beyond me. My response was "Hey - this is your job!" to which he replied - OK, that'll be 125 euros per visit (plus travel time) at a rate of three times a week and it may take a couple of months to catch it in my special series 'have a heart' trap with racing stripes, at which point I'll take him (or her) outside and let it loose (so it can come back immediately and I can go into retirement comfortably). So! What's a little noise in the middle of the night when you're renting a thousand year old chateau at the foot of the Alps. For awhile we learned to live together (the weasel and I).... then it started. Someone must have slipped the little beastie steroids because this summer it started tearing up insulation (which blows out onto the scissor cut lawns and never disappears unless picked up by hand). It must have found a trampoline, because you have the impression a 100 pound weasel is dancing the jig in the ceiling over your bed. From there comes the weasel dust, it keeps falling from between the floor boards of the attic directly onto my bed. I brush gravel off the sheets 2 or 3 times a night but still wake up in the morning with weasel dust cinder blocks in the corners of my eyes. I've gone out of my way to vacuum and scrape all the joints clean, I even laid down plastic to prevent the dust from squeezing through... no avail! The weasel one, the human none! I've never owned a gun in my life and the only things I shoot are with a camera, but I'm seriously considering buying one (do they make canons for killing weasels?). Anyone out there have a suggestion?
Posted by globren on 03/23/2006 1:52 AM Comments (2)
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