<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499</id><updated>2011-11-24T16:52:39.989-08:00</updated><category term='zappa'/><title type='text'>A Zappa a Day...</title><subtitle type='html'>My feeble attempt to understand every Frank Zappa song in no order whatsoever</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-1286206786763380947</id><published>2009-12-04T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:22:20.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoot Allures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/humor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/humor.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Does Humor Belong In Music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This fancy, little instrumental number is laid out fairly straight-forward with a head-guitar solo-head.  The solo was actually taken from another show, combined to create a monster version of this great song.  But first, let me delve into the title, Zoot Allures.  Apparently, it's a pun for the french term, 'Zut alors!' which roughly translates to 'Damn it!'.  While the Zoot may be referring to the popular style of swing clothing, I'd like to think he's giving a shout out to the Muppet who plays the saxophone and wears sunglasses, Zoot.  Back to the music.  The guitar tone in the solo reminds me of a chainsaw doing ballet.  It is so delicately played, but get close enough and it'll shred right through your skin.  Don't get too caught up in the solo, however, or you'll miss some amazing drumming by Chad Wackerman.  Nothing say's 80's drumming like the roto tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-1286206786763380947?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1286206786763380947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=1286206786763380947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/1286206786763380947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/1286206786763380947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2009/12/zoot-allures.html' title='Zoot Allures'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-8158376443935651768</id><published>2009-01-04T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:12:25.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Any Vegetable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.morethings.com/music/zappa/frank_zappa_images/just_another_band_from_la.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 213px;" src="http://www.morethings.com/music/zappa/frank_zappa_images/just_another_band_from_la.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Just Another Band From L.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hot damn!  I love this song and you will too after I'm through with it.  Whoa.  That was a bold statement.  But when you combine vegetables with orgasmic frenzy, I'll be as bold as I damn well please!  So, it starts off pretty dramatic with swaying "Ohh la la la la"s and...jesus, how do I try to describe this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine, if you will, an operatic fellow who suffers a severe blow to the head and awakens with a yearning to rock like nobody's ever rocked before.  Who's that famous guy who sings Tenor.  Fonzarelli?  Guadalupe?  Fabioducci?  Just visualize him up on stage wearing tight leather pants spewing saliva all over the front row.  After all that settles down, we have another part that kind of mellows out, but not for long.  There's this nice pretty sounding buildup that soon becomes possesed with Zappa's guitar preachings.  All of a sudden our cute little cherub of a sidekick becomes a whip wielding succubus ready to seduce you into her lair of naughtyness.  Are you fool enough to deny her wishes?  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call and they'll come to you.  Covered with dew, vegetables dream, of responding to you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-8158376443935651768?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8158376443935651768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=8158376443935651768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8158376443935651768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8158376443935651768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2009/01/call-any-vegetable.html' title='Call Any Vegetable'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-8074810814346543241</id><published>2008-06-09T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:22:02.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>America Drinks &amp; Goes Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/absolutelyfree_front_SML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/absolutelyfree_front_SML.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Absolutely Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the kind of song you would hear at a lounge bar, maybe on the Reno strip.  While he sings, his vocals constantly "sway" between the left and right channels.  It's got your typical lounge piano sound and bass.  The piano is panned hard right and the bass is panned hard left.  In the background you constantly hear cash registers ringing and people having an all-around good time.  By the end of the song the people sound a little crazy and in pain.  Oh, I just heard a saxophone, sounded like a soprano...naturally.  After the short song he makes small-talk with the crowd then does some ridiculous sounding scat.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Caravan with a drum solo?  Right.  Yeah.  We'll do that.  Wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-8074810814346543241?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8074810814346543241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=8074810814346543241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8074810814346543241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8074810814346543241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2008/06/america-drinks-goes-home.html' title='America Drinks &amp; Goes Home'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-6982826762058846884</id><published>2008-01-16T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T22:37:17.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise Not To Come In Your Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/zappainny.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/zappainny.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Zappa In New York&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Described as a "sensitive instrumental ballad for late-nite easy listening".  This song was recorded live (as was the whole album) in December, 1976.  Appears to be in 6/8 the whole way through.  It starts out with this great syncopated horn part.   Zappa's guitar sounds so clean with just the slightest bit of...flange maybe?  It's subtle enough that only the back of your head notices it.  After he kind of noodles around we get this great Moog solo by Eddie Jobson.  It's the typical "flying through space" Moog solo but hell, I've yet to tire of those.  The whole song sounds so clean for being a live recording.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-6982826762058846884?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6982826762058846884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=6982826762058846884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/6982826762058846884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/6982826762058846884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-promise-not-to-come-in-your-mouth.html' title='I Promise Not To Come In Your Mouth'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-2308300799484731395</id><published>2007-11-19T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:45:44.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal Man Has Won His Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/mysterydisc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/mysterydisc.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Mystery Disc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently this little "jam jive" (yes, I did just make that word up) was recorded back in '64.  It's got Captain Beefheart on vocals.  He just reads from a comic book advertisement, usually reciting just two words at a time.  Sounds pretty cool for using "found lyrics".  The song sounds just like the beginning of "Brown Shoes Don't Make It", they just jam it out for a bit, Frank plays a solo, everybody's happy.  Aren't you happy now that you just read this.  Let's get in our car's and drive happily down the road, beeping our horns, while listening to this song.  I'll see you on the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-2308300799484731395?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2308300799484731395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=2308300799484731395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/2308300799484731395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/2308300799484731395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/11/metal-man-has-won-his-wings.html' title='Metal Man Has Won His Wings'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-8104832427248479255</id><published>2007-11-01T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T09:37:38.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weasels RIpped My Flesh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/weasels_front_SML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/weasels_front_SML.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Weasels Ripped My Flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn, how do I describe this one.  For the first minute and a half all you hear is this constant sound.  It sounds like metal being ground up and torn and thrown around all within a giant wind tunnel being rained down upon by a shower of sparks.  You can't really make out the individual instruments, they all mush together to form this collective creature.  As it rings out for the finish you can hear a cool Moog patch.  Next, Zappa says, "Goodnight boys and girls."  There is a pause of about two seconds by the audience until they start applauding.  The cheers start growing and you begin to hear people whistle and call out, "More!".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thank you for coming to our concert"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-8104832427248479255?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8104832427248479255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=8104832427248479255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8104832427248479255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8104832427248479255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/11/weasels-ripped-my-flesh.html' title='Weasels RIpped My Flesh'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-8672669153133241780</id><published>2007-10-29T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T13:00:26.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strictly Genteel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/ycdtosa6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/ycdtosa6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: YCDTOSA Vol. 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YCDTOSA series are a collection of live performances wrapped up in six volumes of double albums.  This song was performed on Halloween in 1981 in New York.   As the name of the song implies, it is "marked by refinement".  The song has a feeling of being grandiose and rather pompous, as if it is saying, "Hey everybody!  Look how great I am up here on this marble pedestal.  Take notice everyone, bask in my aura."  It contains a plethora of those 80's sounding keyboards which I'm not too wild about.  The song is in 3/4 but doesn't contain much of that waltzy feeling.  At nearly seven minutes long, there is no soloing.  It is all composed with Zappa-like complexity.  Towards the end I notice a few measure long licks which sound familiar but hell if I can remember which songs they're from.  There is one little part which is taken from an old Hawaiian Punch commercial, "Really go Hawaiian".  All in all it's a fairly impressive song, mainly from the standpoint of composition.  It doesn't really get my blood flowing due to  it's energy.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks for coming to the show tonight.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Don't throw stuff on the stage&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-8672669153133241780?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8672669153133241780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=8672669153133241780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8672669153133241780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/8672669153133241780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/10/strictly-genteel.html' title='Strictly Genteel'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-1242503505070007600</id><published>2007-10-22T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:54:14.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gumbo Variations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/hotrats_front_SML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/hotrats_front_SML.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: Hot Rats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been having trouble with deciding what kind of style I should write my findings in.  I wrote the others like I would write if I were writing for an audience.  Well, FUCK YOU!  This isn't for you, it's for me.  So from this point on, it's my mission to be as selfish as possible.  If you feel abandoned, then I'm doing my fucking job. With that out of the way, I can continue.   So, I've heard this album more than any other album I own with the possible exception of Dark Side of the Moon.  How do I go about "figuring out" a song when I already know it so well?  I imagine it would look something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Don't fuck around with this song.  If you don't have sixteen minutes of energy to rock out with, then you should go now because this song will only bring you down.  First, we've got Ian Fucking Underwood on sax for a rip roaring solo that sounds like a dying goose that's determined to leave this existence with as much attitude as he can spew.  Right from the start, he's all waving his duck tail around, strutting around.  He knows he's better than you and he's not afraid how shitty that makes you feel.  Unlike most solos, he shoots his load in the middle, which allows for a subtle transition into Sugarcane Harris's  violin solo.  Don't let anybody ever tell you the violin is a classical instrument, there are only classical musicians.  The whole band does an excellent job of matching his energy, which helps compensate for his lack of "lets make it a lot louder at this part" distortion pedals.  Another elusive transition into Zappa's solo, hell, if you didn't bring your sixteen minutes of energy like I told you to bring, you could easily miss it.  A few minutes into his solo, theres a fucking great breakdown, which leaves the drums for a few bars until adding the bass for a few more.  The breakdown then moves into this really great buildup which eventually ends the song.  I've got mention two more little things which I love.  One is the "motorboat" sound @ 16:06 by the organ player.  I've also gotta mention the bass.  There are so many little transitions and flourishes throughout the whole song.  He manages to stay locked in with the drummer without having to sound boring.  Excellent musicianship by everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-1242503505070007600?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1242503505070007600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=1242503505070007600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/1242503505070007600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/1242503505070007600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/10/gumbo-variations.html' title='The Gumbo Variations'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-3662751377928899821</id><published>2007-10-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:00:49.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's So Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/thingfish.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/thingfish.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Thing-Fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The album Thing-Fish, is the soundtrack for a Broadway show Zappa wanted to do.  The song starts off with some synthesized drum sounds.  I'm not quite sure how they were made, but most of the music in this song appears to made by a synthesizer of some kind.  It has that 80's "cheepnis" to it.  Everything revolves around the vocal harmonies, which are are fairly doo-woppy.  I don't have a lot to say about this song, I wouldn't really say I like it that much.  It definitely has Broadway influences in it, which may be why I'm not too thrilled about it.  I do appreciate the lewd humor, however.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course his evening's not complete without some meat in the seat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-3662751377928899821?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3662751377928899821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=3662751377928899821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/3662751377928899821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/3662751377928899821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/10/hes-so-gay.html' title='He&apos;s So Gay'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-2215231825985539424</id><published>2007-10-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:25:28.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap Thrills</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/ruben_front_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://zappa.com/fz/discography/images/ruben_front_LRG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Album: Cruising With Ruben and The Jets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The opening song on Frank's Doo-Wop album, this song is about as simple of a song you'll ever hear.  The intro contains some great vocal harmonies.  There aren't any real changes once it starts up.  It just looks straight ahead the whole time, with no sign of slowing.  The piano part consists of eighth notes the whole way through.  The drums are fairly straight forward, although I find the kick to have a nice groove to it.  The acoustic bass part is great, providing a nice balance to the simplicity of everything else.  This song does a perfect job of creating a simple rhythm with very catchy lyrics.  If it weren't for some of the lyrics, it would be easy to pass this off as one of those chart-toppers from the 50's by some forgotten band.  "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheap thrills, all over the seat.  Cheap thrills, you're kind of loving can't be beat&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-2215231825985539424?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2215231825985539424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=2215231825985539424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/2215231825985539424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/2215231825985539424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheap-thrills.html' title='Cheap Thrills'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1830705597210728499.post-3529008080547340516</id><published>2007-10-16T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:50:43.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zappa'/><title type='text'>On The Bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/joesgarage-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.zappa.com/fz/discography/images/tempcovers/joesgarage-1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album: Joe's Garage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe's Garage is a Rock Opera.  In order to better understand this song, we must first understand it's place in the story.  The previous song is about a Wet T-Shirt contest in which this girl, Mary, enters and wins.  Mary is also a crew slut, meaning she "pleases" all the guys while they tour around on their bus.  "On The Bus" is primarily a guitar solo.  I imagine the solo "narrates" the activities which Mary performs on the bus for all the guys in the crew.  I love Zappa's ability to perform guitar solos which are completely unpredictable.  He also shows a lot of patience while still managing to cram a ton of notes into a small amount of space.  The rhythm section sits nicely in the background.  I like the way they accent the 1 and the 4, providing a nice lift between measures.  I don't know if "lift" is the best word to describe it.  It's more of a stall.  The 1 starts with a downhill rush, while the 4 brings us back up, resting at zero G's for a moment, only rush back downhill on the 1 again.  At 2:40, theres a great little part in 9/8.  Don't have much to say other than I love it, and quite catchy despite it's odd time signature.  The last ten seconds of the song provide the intro into the next song.  Amazing intro.  It immediately shifts out of intense guitar into a much slower swing feel, proving a sort of laid-back buildup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1830705597210728499-3529008080547340516?l=dailyzapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3529008080547340516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1830705597210728499&amp;postID=3529008080547340516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/3529008080547340516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1830705597210728499/posts/default/3529008080547340516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dailyzapp.blogspot.com/2007/10/song-on-bus-album-joes-garage.html' title='On The Bus'/><author><name>Frunobulax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17914446174809309392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7f7Mv2A4FYc/SXOBoJtLHmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xJY6trUIepQ/S220/Lamp+Hat.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
