“Never check your Twitter feed before breakfast,” advises the Zomby Woof.
Mister Boo IS the “Zomby Woof.” Especially before that first cup of coffee.
Archive for the ‘Zappadan’ Category
Zomby Woof
December 9, 2017Brown shoes don’t make it
December 5, 2017
Roy Moore? Nope. Roy Less, thanks all the same.
She’s my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I’d like to make her do a nasty
On the White House lawn
It’s Day Two of Zappadan 2017.
Bummernacht
December 4, 2017
Now, more than ever.
He is risen
December 21, 2016
Bring me the Chrome-Plated Megaphone of Destiny. And a fresh diaper.
Happy birthday, Frank Zappa.
And a happy solstice to everyone else. The days get longer from here. Especially the ones following Inauguration Day.
Thus, “Whippin’ Post.”
WWFP (What Would Frank Play?), Part IV
December 15, 2016
Climbing toward the Sandia tram on behalf of Adventure Cyclist magazine.
It’s been a deadline week, and that means drawing, writing and shooting a bit of video. (Also, ignoring the news, which can lead to nothing but trouble.)
So WWFP? I’m gonna go with “Trouble Every Day.”
WWFP (What Would Frank Play)? Part III
December 7, 2016
As the Pestilence-Elect uses the economy as a sex toy, I expect FZ might perform the entire album “We’re Only In It For the Money.”
WWFP (What Would Frank Play), Part II
December 6, 2016
What would Frank Zappa play as Agent Orange assembles his Cabinet of tools, fools and ghouls? Why, “I’m the Slime,” of course.
WWFP (What Would Frank Play)?
December 5, 2016
WWFP at The Inauguration? I’m gonna go with “Dumb All Over.”
Bummernacht
December 4, 2016
Why does it hurt when I pee?
Ah, so that’s why it hurts when I pee … it’s Bummernacht!
There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life.”
— Frank Zappa, Dec. 21, 1940-Dec. 4, 1993
He is risen
December 21, 2014Well, maybe not quite yet.
Happy birthday, Frank. Let’s play him out with “Happy Together,” from the Fillmore in 1971, and his Last Imaginary Guitar Solo. That’s all from here for Zappadan 2014.
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