The Zappa Effect

Zappa, Frank Zappa. He has an album called: Apostrophe.

One of my favorites. From back in the day. Way back back in the way day.

Just letting you know. You should go find it. Give it a listen. Take it around. Play it long. Play it well. Give it your ear. It's worth the look. It's a rare good - good to find.

After that. This here is what I'm talking about.

In college, in the fraternity house, whenever I was tired of peoples being in my room? Can't play the music louder? That attack-attracts people like making babies from candy. Can't scream at them - music's too loud. Can't ask nicely - not gonna listen - just gonna laugh - like I myself did, the night before, in the Other Fellow's room. Nope. Solutions? 2am. Not ready for bed. Just ready for all you motherfuckers to find somewhere else to park your fat asses for the night.

Two things work, one better than the other: Jethro Tull - Aqualung. And then? Frank Zappa. Put that on - and those assholes would just look at me - at each other - then around - be all confused - realize it's hopeless. And leave.

Just letting you know. Zappa. Frank Zappa. Apostrophe.

Just letting you know. You should go find it. Give it a listen. Take it around. Play it long. Play it well. Give it your ear. It's worth the look. It's a rare good - good to find.

After that. This here is what I'm talking about. Again.

In college, in the fraternity house, whenever I was tired of peoples being in my room? Can't play the music louder? That attack-attracts people like making babies from candy. Can't scream at them - music's too loud. Can't ask nicely - not gonna listen - just gonna laugh - like I myself did, the night before, in the Other Fellow's room. Nope. Solutions? 2am. Not ready for bed. Just ready for all you motherfuckers to find somewhere else to park your fat asses for the night.

Two things work, one better than the other: Jethro Tull - Aqualung. And then? Frank Zappa. Put that on - and those assholes would just look at me - at each other - then around - be all confused - realize it's hopeless. And leave.

Just letting you know.

In college, in the fraternity house, whenever I was tired of peoples being in my room? Can't play the music louder? That attack-attracts people like making babies from candy. Can't scream at them - music's too loud. Can't ask nicely - not gonna listen - just gonna laugh - like I myself did, the night before, in the Other Fellow's room. Nope. Solutions? 2am. Not ready for bed. Just ready for all you motherfuckers to find somewhere else to park your fat asses for the night.

Two things work, one better than the other: Jethro Tull - Aqualung. And then? Frank Zappa. Put that on - and those assholes would just look at me - at each other - then around - be all confused - realize it's hopeless. And leave.

Not ready for bed. Just ready for all you motherfuckers to find somewhere else to park your fat asses for the night.