Продължаваме темата отново със Запа, докато не се направи нова само за него
The concept of the rock-guitar solo in the eightees has
pretty much been reduced to: Weedly-weedly-wee, make a face,
hold your guitar like it's your weenie, point it heavenward,
and look like you're really doing something. Then, you get
a big ovation while the the smoke bombs go off, and the
motorized lights in your truss twirl around!"
Most people wouldn't know good music if it came up and bit them in the ass.
Washington, D.C.: a city infested with
statues -- and Congressional Blow-Boys
who WISH they were statues.
The real question is:
Is it possible to laugh
while fucking?"
Interviewer: "So Frank, you have long hair. Does that make you a woman?"
Frank Zappa: "You have a wooden leg. Does that make you a table?"
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production
deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid.
Politics is the showbiz of industry.
Never stop until your good becomes better, and your better becomes the best.
Most rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, for people who can't read.
Повечето рок журналисти са хора не могат да пишат, интервюират хора, които не могат да говорят, за хора, които не могат да четат.