thepoodlebites wrote:
Back in the day Frank would say "Sit down and enjoy the show!"
Yeah, that may be true. Then I'd have probably just sat down and fidgeted around a bit. Or maybe he'd have invited me on-stage for the dancing contest. Who really knows?
All I know is that I love the music and it makes me want to move.
My first Zappa album was Sheik Yerbouti - on double cassette tape in 1987. I'd only read about Frank Zappa in Guitar Player and really had no idea what his music was like. The Guitar Player article made me think he was "heavy metal" and since I was listening to that back then I thought I'd check him out.
I paid $16.99 for that double cassette at the mall, got in my car, popped it in, and started driving home. Right off the bat it was not what I'd expected, and truth be told wasn't what I was hoping for either. I was disappointed, but left it on while I drove. I mean, I spent $17 on the thing and I was damn well going to listen to it start to finish.
I kind of tuned it out and wasn't paying attention, when all of a sudden someone cut me off on the freeway. Just then, the lyrics "you're an asshole, you're an asshole, that's right!" sang out. It was so exactly how I was feeling at that moment, so synchronous, and suddenly I went from being angry at the other driver to laughing out loud. A complete 180 degree mood shift.
Then I rewound the tape, listened from the beginning, loved every moment, and have been a fan ever since.
Not long thereafter, Frank started releasing the CDs, which I collected one by one. It was why I bought a CD player, so I could listen to We're Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy.
Then I got to see him perform in '88 at the Nassau Colliseum in NYC. And after that I spoke to him once on the phone, where I was a total blubbering idiot. I knew he was sick with cancer and I was so worried, and I asked him if he ever though of taking up Tai Chi or something. He asked me if I could really imagine him "dancing around a room with a bunch of old people, wearing a smock."
Anyway, it's cool to have found this community of fans. The people I've met at the concerts have all been great. I guess I'm pretty goofy all-in-all, but people just seem to laugh and wave and let me do my thing. Except those security guards. But the story was very different at the Triple Door shows last month here in Seattle! No problems there whatsoever. If anything the security and waitstaff were very courteous and supportive, and even provided me an area right next to the stage where I could get up and boogie without bothering a soul.
Some day though, some day I'd love to see the whole audience up and dancing and mingling, like the way it is at a Parliament Funkadelic or Zap Mama show. Ah, what a fantasy that is.