Meanwhile, over at the Denver alt-weekly Westword Dweezil Zappa discusses his father’s music and the difficulty of playing it live with only six musicians, which to me feels like trying to write “War and Peace” by beating a Linotype with a feather duster.
Month: December 2012
Yellow Snow Suite (B&W Noo Joisey Edition)
Hey, what the hell — I resisted temptation as long as I could, what with snow on the ground and everything (some of it is certain to be yellow by now).
And when I stumbled across this live, black-and-white performance of “Yellow Snow” and “St. Alfonzo’s Pancake Breakfast,” recorded in 1978 in Passaic, N.J., well, it was all over save the shouting. I was overcome by Excentrifugal Forz.
Frosty the Snowdog

Imagine my astonishment when I arose this morning to find a December morning that looked like … well, like a December morning.
The temperature has yet to reach the forecast high of 20 degrees, and there is an evil wind out of the north, which took all the joy right out of snow dispersal. As usual, no shoveling was required; a broom was equal to the task. Or would have been, had the underlying layer of snow not been frozen tight to the sidewalk.
All in all, a fine day for remaining inside, where the whiskey is.
Intermission
This has absolutely nothing to do with Zappadan, but it’s nonetheless timely, and I like it, so there you have it.
A colleague forwarded this Guardian piece that tells the tale behind the making of one of my favorite Christmas songs, “Fairytale of New York,” by The Pogues, with the late, great Kirsty MacColl on vocals. Herself and I dance to it every Christmas Eve.
Seems “Fairytale” has been reissued on its 25th anniversary, and The Pogues — complete with Shane MacGowan and his “bombsite of a mouth” — will perform at the O2 in London on Dec. 20 to celebrate their 30th anniversary.
And on Dec. 24, Herself and I will dance.
BummerNacht: Stairway to Heaven
More Zappadan bloggery:
• Zen Comix, “Franktasia: John Jacob Dingleberry Shlitz.”
• Darkblack, “The Druid of Chrome.”
• Adventures Into the Well-Known, “I Wish Motorhead Would Come Back.”
