Rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, in order to provide articles for people who can't read - FZ
Happy Birthday Frank! God I wish you were still alive! Most
people think Zappa was a crazy musical Frankenstein who ''once ate a shit
onstage'' (I don't know where that myth came from!). But to me, Zappa was my
introduction to music, alternative lifestyles and Coffee....Lots of Coffee.
My mum n dad used to own a hotel, It was named after me and
one day when I was 14 a man stepped in wearing a camo jacket, shoulder length
hair with a Silk Cut in his mouth; he ordered a pint of stout and sat down. This guy took out a bunch of cds from a blue and white
striped plastic bag; after half on hour I walked over and asked him what they
were. Instead of replying he asked me two questions, “Do you like Frank Zappa?
and do you smoke dope?”
Id never heard of Zappa and I hadn't even had a cigarette, even though id watched kids at school smoke, let alone smoked a joint. He told me about this guy who creates his own type of music, comedic classical rock and roll. A filmmaker and t-total chain smoker who funds his own projects, constantly improves and re-records his music. And who's dead.
I went down to the local independent music shop and looked
under Z. Their was a mad cd with lots of squiggles and cartoons called 'Cheap
Thrills,' I paid my five quid and went into my room. Catholic Girls, Bobby
Brown Goes Down, Joes Garage, My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mamma. I was hooked.
17 albums later I started to grow my hair long, start
playing bass guitar to Peaches en Regalia. He was weird, I was weird. He didn't
believe in censorship, neither did I. It was righteous maaaan. Some people have
Dylan, some people have The Beatles, I had Frank Zappa.
People would swap videotapes of him performing; now this was
during youtube, but nothing was online. Dvd burning had just started so you
could buy bootleg VHS and DVD's of 200 Motels (I don't think that film is still
out) or other rare and out of print Zappa Films. You watched to see how he hit
those notes, his bell like guitar tone...through 100s of synths, compressors
and things I couldn't even imagine.
He was the man....man and no one was like him. Eventually I
realised that some of the music he played was taken from other bands, like Whipping
post and Plastic People. But that made it better, it was like a club, you had
to find all the influences and all the references and who he was
insulting.
Then The Libertines happened and I got swept up in The
Strokes and The White Stripes. Zappa took the back burner. But every year on
the 21st of December, I drink some coffee and play Apostrophe.
I still can't play the whole of Peaches En Regalia.
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