RIP Frank Zappa 12-21-40...12-04-93

Is to go trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Mile after mile
Trudgin' across the tundra . . .
Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo . . .

Yes indeed, here we are!
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen
An' widdled on the Bingo Cards in lieu of the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
Why she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused a sausage pattie
And said why don't you treat me mean?
(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooooh!)
At Saint Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Hah! Good God! Get off the bus!)
Where I stole the mar-juh-reen . . .
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Saint Alfonzo
Ooo-ooo-WAH . . .

Dumb All Over

Whoever we are
Wherever were from
We shoulda noticed by now
Our behavior is dumb
And if our chances
Expect to improve
Its gonna take a lot more
Than tryin to remove
The other race
Or the other whatever
From the face
Of the planet altogether

They call it the earth
Which is a dumb kinda name
But they named it right
cause we behave the same...
We are dumb all over
Dumb all over,
Yes we are
Dumb all over,
Near n far
Dumb all over,
Black n white
People, we is not wrapped tight...

FZ and Todd Rundgren are my two biggest musical heroes. Turns out FZ died while I was in the middle of my first Todd Rundgren concert. Weird, eh?

The following Monday, my mother called me at college to tell me that FZ was gone. When I arrived at the music building where I spent most of my time, two different friends came up and hugged me.

At least he wasn't alive to experience Bush's America.

Wouldn't he LOVE B*sh's America? :shrug:

Zappa was pretty liberal, if I recall. My memory could be way off, as I posted my response thinking that living in Bush's America might kill somebody like him.

He was a social liberal and a fiscal conservative. It's all outlined in his book.

in his description of himself. I leapt to what seemed a logical conclusion...

But the sig line remains as always.

:evilgrin:

. . .i had breakfast with Frank in the atrium at the Frankfurter Hof a couple years before he died.

He was on tour in Europe and happened to be in Frankfurt at the same time we were there on biz.

I saw him and two of his kids in the hallway the day before. So, the next morning i went down to get breakfast and he was sitting outside the restaurant in a glassed-in atrium area next the main lobby.

I went over, introduced myself and told him i admired his playing and how he could pull together so many good bands.

He said "Have you had breakfast yet?" I told him no, so he said "Sit down! I'm buying!" And he called the waiter over. We ate and talked for about 45 minutes, i said thanks and good bye.

A true, up-close-and-personal brush with greatness.
The Professor