I repeat myself. Bravisimo!
The Dweez has surely made his father proud. Gail has a fine young son to be proud of for sure. I could not possibly thank the Zappa family enough for the evening of very fine talented musicians playing what was once my breath for life. Now again I am able to inhale the pleasure of sound music.
I have longed for didbits from the master over the years. But all sound bites leave me itching for more of the subtle hints that Frank had made vividly clear to me live in concert. I scratched myself, having no real itch, but the addiction of his music made me do it again, and again, proding, poking, writing e-mails to the vaultmiester requesting something I did not know how to pronounce. His replies had left me not in the dark at all, but warm about the fellings we all shared of the loss. Thanks Joe! And thanks for a profound performance as well.
Now thats what I'm talking about!
I believe that these words that came out of my mouth after the first song were of hungerstruct reactions of a man who has not only sighed at the times of no real
music but swallowing a savery piece of non-fat unmitagated meaty piece of soundflesh
. Strange diet you may say? To you I say go have another 1/4er pounder
and try to supersize that and go home and say your full.
I was pleasently plump after the second song, remembering the video menu of Frank I had had for an apitizer, I could tell the main course was still had yet to come. As I consumed a little more sound I reached out for my brother to touch me, pinch me, or something, so that I would know it was real.....
He was crying... I started to shed water myself but it was because I could not stop moving to the music and wanting to sing every lyric. But I didn't because I was breathing through my ears and did not want to sufficate the air I was receiving. So I listened again, and cried too.
The evening had progressed further into a banquet feast set for a Warfield of Kings
. I applaud each and every one the cast and crew for a job well done, nothing medium rare, or over cooked at all. I had projected my vocabulistec gestures at every projected break. I meant to gesture to Sheila Gonzales about a bite of real saxy sound food she shared with us, but I was in the middle of a swallow and had to force it down. Tremendous performance from a fine side dish. Aaron Arntz you had a fine evening your self up there, pleased to sample your keys. Terry Bozzio your still handsom least to say still very cute, and beat a fine stick, your a bread winner for sure. Just remember one loaf at a time. Treat your self with kindness my friend, take it easy and Get better!!! Steve Via your sick, if you were any fatter on that guitar you would hide yourself. Don't get me wrong, you had some of the sweeter
meat for a treat. Now to get the vibes straight, Billy Hulting had a little itty bitty symbol that said I'm here now eat me, or was it let-us pray. Either way you were swift and smoth. Jamie Kime are you shy? your guitar shined brightly on the nights meal my friend and am glad to call you part of my family of food. Pete Griffin you my man stuck to the ribs, meaty, chewy, savory lip spankin bottom of the tummy boss. Thanks for holding grace with us.
Napoleon Murphy Brock you made me laugh and helped me cry harder than I have in years. You were moving nicely around the dining hall. I love the fact as my brother said:
He's still Black!
Back in black or not you still left a sweet tast in my mouth that wasn't distilled or cheep.
Dweezil I will
see you again I'm sure. Your acknowledgement of the audience was as if you were catching a glimpse through your fathers eyes. The Brows have it. Your uncommonly keen sence of awareness have bestowed you a stage presence which is yours alone and can be no one others. You belong to the healing of hearts that have been partially mended by your kind deeds, you served it up well, very well. I did not listen to anything at all as I drove home to Oregon after the show except for the best music in this world today in my head. I was glad to paticipate with the audience adding the cheez across the top gesture. I'm fed for slaughter and now and I'm going to serve up my new sound thoughts to everyone who has the receptive ear and profess once again to all in the world who would like to hear really fine musicians, "MUSIC IS THE BEST"
I would like to let you know that Lynn of the Warfield Staff
upgraded our nose bleed seats because of my Brothers walking cane and slow ascent up the stairs to the balcony. He has been attending Franks shows as early as the El Monte days, (some legeon stadium if I recallcorrectly).
We were placed just off center house to the left at a table with a coctail waitress. The person who was at the table asked if I would trade my pass for one of more significant sound value, three tables closer to the center
. It may as well have been front row center with seating for us. This may be my brothers last attending of a ZDZ show. Although he has aquired a ticket for N.Y. my hopes live strong that his liver will last. We had one of the camera men film the opening of the show from our table. This couldn't have made it more memorable for each of us.
My first attendance of a performance by the miestro was in Los Angeles seventy something I think it was and was hooked I had heard of Stink Foot
but more trouble everyday very much peaked my interests. I made Franks aquaintence in Reno some years ago as stage manager, Frank requested Cashews & Winstons, what a diet. Then during the sound check before the performance Frank with ensemble played Cherry Pie
for a small but largely in-tune
stage crew in the middle of the coliseum floor, We were all very very super charged to witness this talent of delight. There was not very many people in attendance for the show that night. But it was good, very good, it may have been the pinnacle of my life at that juncture. At the evenings end music mayhem Frank said:
Where is everybody? They will never know what thay missed.
I had also made a trip to the Universal Amphitheatre where I searched for, and found, my friend Denny Dent to wish him well opening for Frank. It was there that I witnessed the pre-incarnation of the Dweez. Filthy habbits that boy had even back then with that green guitar
. But I'm just a Singer in the Woods, so please excuse me while I find that can. I still need that can!
I love you all for the truly great breath of sound music, which has given me a new vigor for life as we know it!
Thank you Gail for the real men
in your life!!!
Thanks to Frank for the humor in music!
Thank you Dweezil for stepping up to the plate and hittig a home run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you Zappa Does Zappa!
Music is the Best