The same people who are currently doing it, the same people who always have done it... the legal and illegal immigrants men and poor women. She said, "somebody has to. Clean all this away. Somebody, SOMEBODY Has to, you see." Then she picked out two Somebodies. Sally and me. ... And, as is the way of the world - its' going to be the busiest people, not the ones kicking back doing squat. And I know lots of people who do both kinds of work, day in and day out. If you can only do 'blue' collar, or only do "white" collar work you are halfway to useless. And give the choice I'll take the blue collar types, they have a way of getting things done. And they know how to work. Naturally I want the person who can tune an engine, build something off of blueprints, write poems and knows how to spell or at least use a spell checker and knows Robert's Rules of Order. But if I have to only have one, give me the first.*
And if your name is not Spirit Who Runs with Clouds and Hates White Guys, like you know, if it's anglo/saxton/german/spanish any of that Eurotrash, your either a legal or illegal immigrants. BTW, bet my Mexican GF's family has been here longer than most of your families. Came up from Mexico in the 1820s to Texas and Cali (or what would become after a few wars for Empire). They were in Mexico, or at least a huge part of the family bloodline was, for, like, well forever.
Yeah, the only people I ever hear talk about Zappa's music, are musicians and people in the industry. Pretty much I think both parts of it (the music and the lyrics) are over most people's heads. Almost always one of them is. If someone is into music enough to understand what's he doing most likely they will really, really, hate the lyrics. People, like poseur kids who think the lyrics are 'cool' because they are edgy or dirty or whatever rarely - if ever - get the music. But I can see cases here where it's both. He didn't have 'hits in the charts' because for the most part he was not a rock star, he was a composer. Or as my old roomate Wild Bob, who is a classically trained flutist and harpsichord player, always said, "Frank is the only rock star classical musicians listen to." But musicians talk about him all the time because he's the kind of musician that other musicians put on when they get home. You know when one of the Dylan boys (I forget who) had a huge hit record in the early 90s? Well that record sold so many copies that it outsold (at least for a time) dads' entire catalog. He had more hits, at least recently, and at any rate I think Dylan's songs have sold more by other artists then they have by him. By your reasoning that means the kid is much more important than dad. Oh, wait. Maybe not.
See it's not so much how many records Dylan sold, it's who he sold them to and who listened to them. OK, so Joe Blow with the Cool Hair who's this weeks hot new thing sells records to tekla and Kate. And we go home and listen to them. What's the upshot, other than he's a few lug nuts closer to a Ferrari. But... but... but. If a Jerry Garcia buys it, listens to it, tries to work it out, gets the band to play it in the next rehearsal, and then next thing they are playing it to 50,000 people. Maybe Jerry records it, and more money to bob, more exposure, more fans. So selling one record to Jerry Garcia (or Garth Brooks) is a lot more important then selling 10 records to people who don't matter.
So, what's the Wiki say 'bout Frank? In a career spanning more than 30 years, Zappa wrote rock, jazz, orchestral and musique concrète works. He also directed feature-length films and music videos, and designed album covers. Zappa produced almost all of the more than 60 albums he released with the band The Mothers of Invention and as a solo artist.
Wait, what's that? Two records a year for 30 years? Minus endless greatest hits and 'live' versions of previously released stuff, the Rolling Stones have, well - they have 47 with all that filler. About 25 counting only original stuff. 25. Less than have of what Zappa did.
Oh yeah, it's estimated that there are over 32,000 hours of unreleased tape down in the The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen (his home studio) and all the concert recordings too.
See, that's what real genisus do, they just crank it out. It's not some huge effort, like trying to give birth to a baby elephant or something. Screw the masterpiece, forget fame, don't worry about popular. Write it, rehearse it, release it. If it's what you do, you just do it. You are not going to know any of that popular, fame, masterpiece stuff for years anyway.
I mean if I only like about 10% of what Frank did (that's just about fair) that 10% is a lot more music than most bands put out in their career. "Peaches en Regalia" and "Zoot Allures" are as pretty as anything else ever written in rock, and "Let's Move to Cleveland," and "The Torture Never Stops" are as anthematic a build to the tonic chord as anyone has ever written. Obviously I'm a huge fan of "Penguin in Bondage," for the obvious reasons.
But to each their own. Here are my favs.
Absolutely Free
Apostrophe/Overnight Sensation
Fillmore East - June 1971
Freak Out!
Cruising with Ruben & the Jets - which is, tribute? parody? Do-wop set to Stravinsky? Sure, all that and more.
Shut Up and Play Your Guitar
You Can't Do That on Stage Anymore, Vols 1- 6
Does Humor Belong in Music?/Tinseltown Rebellion - I love these two, which are Frank's tribute to his very own industry. They are the final chapter and epilogue to We're Only in it for the Money
The Best Band You Never Heard in Your Life
But let's just look at one of them.
We're Only in it for the Money - The 'answer record' to the Beatles Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band. On the cover they are dressed in really, really bad drag and instead of things spelled out in flowers, it's spelled out in raw meat. The only, and I mean ONLY, real critique of Rock Music. They are not some sort of Desperado, they are not 'like a band of gypsies rolling down the highway', they are people trying to do a job and make money. And it's mostly fake.
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 on every street
GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .
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 lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight 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 ->-bleeped-<- out of me on the street
->-bleeped-<-, he wrote that in 1968, and it's still all 100% true. And yes, we do sing that to ourselves and each other at the Fillmore. We have a sense of humor.
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You'll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it served them right
And my favorite, and I'll send this out to all of you, well you know who you are...
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
What's the ugliest
Part of your body?
Some say your nose
Some say your toes
(I think it's your mind)
But I think it's YOUR MIND
(Your mind)
I think it's your mind, woo woo
ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR
UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF
SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY
DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE
Then he gets down to it. Short. Concise. To the point. To wit:
FZ on the left: It's one of the most exciting things that's ever happened to me. You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock & roll industry, it's SO exciting. You know, when I first got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my, on my guitar. But now I'm very proficient at it, I can play the guitar, I can strum it rhythmically, I can sing along with my guitar as I strum. I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage. And you know, it's so wonderful to . . . It's wonderful to feel that I'm doing something for the kids, because I know that the kids and their music are where it's at. The youth of America today is so wonderful . . . And I'm proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception. I hope she sees me twirling, yes . . . I hope she sees me dancing and twirling, I will say: "Hello, dolly!" Is the song over?
FZ on the right: Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record. I can't even wait until our record comes out and the teen-agers start to buy it. We'll all be rich and famous! When my royalty check comes I think I'm going to buy a Mustang. No, I think I'll . . . I think I'll get a Corvette. No, I think I'll get a Harley Davidson. No, I don't think I'll buy any of those cars. I think what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, that wouldn't be good either. I think, ah, I'll go into real estate. I think I would like to . . . I think I would like to buy La Cienega Boulevard. No, that wouldn't do any good. Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling my tambourine and dancing . . .
Maybe after the show one of the girls who sees me up here, singing and twirling my tambourine and dancing, will like me. And she will come over to me and I will walk . . . I will walk up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress her and I will say: "Hello, baby, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this? I'm from a rock & roll band, I think we should . . . "
Is the song over?
* - A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. -Robert A. Heinlein