The Last Time I Talked To My Dad

He called me for Thanksgiving. We were talking about how bad it was for our family back in the 70s and 80s. I said to him, “That’s tough,” as in, “That must have been tough.” He said to me, “That’s tough? Really? Fuck you.” My chest froze. That’s how it always ends up when I talk to him.

I met a kid today who reminded me of me back in grade school. He was quiet, you could tell he was smart. You could tell he was aware of his surroundings and was calculating how to move inside them. He was cool. I’m realizing tonight I’d devote myself to protecting his mind if I could. To have a son and protect his mind. I know what a gift it would be.

The Zappa Problem (As I See It)

zappa-problem Being into Frank Zappa is about preferring one period, or one style or genre, etc. He played a lot of different types of music.

I find his intricate fusion stuff to be the best. I loathe all his “Dr. Demento”-style music. “Jewish Princess”, “I Promise Not To Come In Your Mouth”, etc. It’s just not something I care about.

I read once that he made that type of music to finance his serious stuff. That’s how I see it. That’s a screenshot from YouTube. Look at the number of viewers for his most … frat house (?) album, Sheik Yerbouti, compared to what Zappa fans generally consider his best, One Size Fits All.

That’s a lot of money to be made. Personally, I don’t think of that stuff as his real music.