• Editor’s note: From now until New Year’s Day I’ll be popping up selected “Shop Talk” strips from this year’s run of Bicycle Retailer and Industry News.
The cupboards were bare in February 2021, but The Mud Stud was still cooking up ideas. Bad ones, as usual. Note the belated “Happy birthday!” honk on the Mad Dog kazoo to Frank Zappa in the first panel.
Stoned again.
This is your seasonal reminder that Zappadan is in session. That is all.
Rock on, Frank.
Yes, it’s still Zappadan, in case you were wondering.
Yes, it’s that time of year again, and things have become so dire that it became necessary to make documentaries about Frank Zappa and Shane MacGowan to show us how to do it right.
Look here, brother — we’re not jivin’ you with that cosmik debris. Now is that a real poncho or a Sears poncho?
Frank Zappa’s “Hot Rats” is 50 years old. Great googly moogly!
Read all about it here, and scope out a six-disc anniversary boxed set of the work at Zappa.com.
Writes Jim Farber at The Guardian:
The dense and raucous jams that inspired the final cuts have been fully restored, and assembled in an order that makes the development of the official versions clear. “It provides context for the final product,” said Ian Underwood, who played a plethora of instruments on “Rats” and who is the only musician, besides Zappa, who appeared on every track. “Like ‘process art,’ you can hear all the things leading up to a track, so you get a feel for how it arrived at the end. It’s also interesting to see what didn’t work out along the way.”
Willie the Pimp would be s’proud.
• Editor’s note: This constitutes our official observance of Zappadan 2019.
From powdery to pouring.
So yesterday, I’m out for a bike ride, pulling off the arm warmers and glad of the sunscreen on my snoot … and today we got this whole other thing going on.
Hey, I’m not complaining. The trees like it, and I don’t have to to shovel it. It’s a Zappadan miracle!
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.”
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.”
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.”
What would Frank Zappa play as Agent Orange assembles his Cabinet of tools, fools and ghouls? Why, “I’m the Slime,” of course.
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