Frank Zappa's Legacy, 25 Years on
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Benny Bunter
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Malcolm Mooney was shit but I like Damo, you can't knock tago mago
MES was a big beefhart/Damo fan fwiw
MES was a big beefhart/Damo fan fwiw
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luka
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my typewriter gets a mention here
www.theguardian.com
Total Immersion: Frank Zappa review – a suitably eclectic day-long tribute
From a film Q&A punctuated by musicians in the audience to barnstorming performances by the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Guildhall students, this was a stunning celebration of his orchestral works
www.theguardian.com
woops
is not like other people
you're suitably dada-esquemy typewriter gets a mention here
Total Immersion: Frank Zappa review – a suitably eclectic day-long tribute
From a film Q&A punctuated by musicians in the audience to barnstorming performances by the BBC Symphony Orchestra and Guildhall students, this was a stunning celebration of his orchestral works
I want to hire a Zappa consultant for the day to guide me to the good bits:
past the fatuous and longwinded shooting-fish-in-a-barrel satire, the awful helium-voiced doowop parodies, the creepy and insidious promotion of groupie culture, the fuck-bored with themselves jams going sillybilly at the drop of a hat, the grim doubling down on shoulda-been-there tourbus comedy routines, the acres of vinyl filled with hairbrained half-bollock ideas just coz he could, coz he’s frank z, coz his extended harem of addled fans ‘in on the joke’ lapped it all up. he’s so self-serious - the famously anti-drug hippie and all that, disciplined and productive - yet it’s all whimsy, ultimately, in his world, but with that spoiling self-satisfied smirk always attached, so it all wilts, his dizzy prolixity all born stone dead. i like some of the fret-wanking tbh, but he’s continually rummaging about trying to find excuses for it, constantly flashing a notional superiority to his own acts, pure bad faith on wax. he’s embarrassed actually, and concomitantly supercilious, like a guilty wanky schoolboy, never grew up to fully committed ‘self-indulgence’ like Jerry and his Dead.
past the fatuous and longwinded shooting-fish-in-a-barrel satire, the awful helium-voiced doowop parodies, the creepy and insidious promotion of groupie culture, the fuck-bored with themselves jams going sillybilly at the drop of a hat, the grim doubling down on shoulda-been-there tourbus comedy routines, the acres of vinyl filled with hairbrained half-bollock ideas just coz he could, coz he’s frank z, coz his extended harem of addled fans ‘in on the joke’ lapped it all up. he’s so self-serious - the famously anti-drug hippie and all that, disciplined and productive - yet it’s all whimsy, ultimately, in his world, but with that spoiling self-satisfied smirk always attached, so it all wilts, his dizzy prolixity all born stone dead. i like some of the fret-wanking tbh, but he’s continually rummaging about trying to find excuses for it, constantly flashing a notional superiority to his own acts, pure bad faith on wax. he’s embarrassed actually, and concomitantly supercilious, like a guilty wanky schoolboy, never grew up to fully committed ‘self-indulgence’ like Jerry and his Dead.