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Last night in Hampton Beach I had no idea what to expect as this was my first ZPZ experience. What I got was beyond any expectation or pre-conceived notion that I may have had about Dweezil's ability to pull off Frank's music onstage. In a word it was superb, but I'm not sure that does it quite enough justice. This fine group of musicians took me back on a journey to my youth, catering especially to the album that started it all for me personally, "Live at The Filmore East." When I was about 16 my older brother sat me down to listen to "Filmore" and I was instantly transfixed and my musical landscape was forever changed.
Over the years I had always wished I had a chance to see FZ but like my obsession with The Beatles and more specifically, Lennon, it came too late... So for years I had scrambled to find every live recording I could find, listening to them with my eyes closed, trying to put myself there in a smoke-filled hall with Frank at the helm, interacting with the freaks and geeks(like me) who wanted to be part of his world for a few hours and see the masterful conductor reign-in the calculated insanity of his compositions...but alas, it just wasn't the same as actually being there.
And then opportunity came knocking...what's this? Dweezil and his crusaders attempting to carry on the life work of the insane genius of his late father? OK...but?? I had my trepidations and the skepticism was running amok, but I went with an open mind...and then some young lad who looked as if he should've been playing rugby with his Ivy League co-horts comes out on stage and grabs the mic as the show begins as the band starts playing 'Stinkfoot' and I'm thinking, 'is this a joke?'....but then....he begins to belt out lyrics...and I'm instantly grabbed by the familiarity of this sound...could it be?...and then it hits me like a 'sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop'...GOOD GOD this kid sounds hauntingly like Frank himself!!!
From that moment on the skepticism began to melt away, along with my brain, as this group of misfits began to hit all the changes, shred guitar solos, fire out insane lyrical passages in all the right places and compile a set-list from decades of material...and now I find myself taking the hook again, like I did 22 years ago in my brother's apartment and realizing that I haven't missed my chance to experience this phenomena of FZ's work.
And if anyone believes that DZ is trying to cash-in on the family name, then they haven't seen Zappa Plays Zappa yet. Like his father before him, 'The Dweeze' has amazing talent and an uncanny knack for putting the right musicians in the right places. These guys are awesome and I think it takes a lot of guts to even try and pull it off...and he's doing it for US because it's the right thing to do...and let me tell ya people, it's done quite well. So if you have that person in your clique or your circle who, like me, has reservations about what ZPZ is all about, buy them a ticket, take them kicking and screaming if you must and then sit back and watch their jaw drop to the floor.
Bless you, Dweezil, for this opportunity to see a group of young talent pay homage to the most incredible composer of the 20th century...I will be there every chance I get to see what's next.
S Fritz, Augusta, ME
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