Listening to Frank Zappa's iconoclastic debut Freak Out! (1966) tonight, I couldn't get past my thoughts on the countless ways in which Frank's voice must be remembered. There's a concert tour going around these days called "Zappa plays Zappa" led by Frank's musician (I think he'd prefer that to simply 'guitarist') son Dweezil. Now, I'm not sure if Dweezil considers himself a "Zappa fan" proper, but a "Zappa fan" is all I could ever hope to be. That's his dad we're all listening to. Hey guys, Happy Father's Day eleven months early. Remember, you're kids are listening to what you tell them . . . bystanders overhear you.
"Who could imagine that they would freak out in Minnesota? Who could imagine?"
[more later . . .]
Posted by ethe0008 at July 10, 2007 9:11 PM