Distance, going the distance, what does this mean? Quantity? Quality? Stamina in the sack? or is it something spiritual, is anything we can define really spiritual, is anything not? Should I just eat this question......
There's a lot of time to think when your sittin in traffic for four hours for good cause. What is it that makes a cause good? Believing it so? or is it the amount of good it does others? Can you measure goodness? And what good would it do you? If you can, what good is it? And if you can't, what good is measuring it? No more questions I want answers! but I'm not gonna get them. Not here in the dread gridlock of So. Cal. Where the traffic is dark and sinister as a Black Lagoon that could only be overshadowed by the treacherous creatins lurking with in it's bowels of discontent. Gazing into the black mirror of eternity and not like'n what I see and wondering if all these diseases are imaginary. Thankfully I have brother Shabazz with me. While no son of Orange County, his handy dandy Iphone will navigate us through and around every god damned meaty, dog breath smellin Sun Village on the way to the crux of superficial sin itself, N. Hollywood. There ain't a shower big enough to wash that thing clean! So many hours, so many roads, in a vehicle out there somewhere, but our triumph will be sweet, sweet as royal fanfare, Or the vocals of the Ray White. I tell ya those black male vocalists employed by Zappa over the years are freakin fantastic. Can't wait to see Ike Willis one of these days cause the life, light and energy Napolean Murphy Brock and Ray White breathe into this music is a delight to experience live.
Finally we make it to the venue illuminated only by the qualude moonlight and the bright lights of tinsel town of course. It's tiny, really tiny, capacity of 260, you can't be serious. They've even got seats set up. It feels like the whole crowd is right under the band's noses. You can stand at the bar in the back and only few rows away from the stage. And the music, the crazed music, a set-list assured to push the band to it's limit and what troopers they are. Far more like a gritty, tourin, workin band than the pretty Zappa all stars they appeared to be on their first tour. Now they're too ugly for show business. That chick that plays sax is awesome. She imitated Cartman in Flakes and even dressed up for the wet t shirt contest skit. That's right, they're focusin more on the humor these days. Speakin of which "Billy the Mountain" was the biggest musical head fuck I've ever seen. It felt like 30 minutes of ramblin, satirical, nonsense, with tons of insane musical flourishes mixed in. Drummer Joe Travers is so impressive, he was the main focal point in King Kong and he shined with best of 'em. These mother fuckers is crazy. I was a bamboozled, slack jawed Zombie through out the whole performance. Laughing one minute, head bangin the next, and then struck by the beauty and power of songs like Outside Now and Black Napkins. The whole thing was a blur, a veritable G-spot tornado.
Thanks for the ticket shabazz!
Pygmy Twylyte (Qualude Thunder version)
Village of the Sun
Echidna Arf Of You
Don't You Ever Wash That Thing?
Billy The Mountain (Sarah Palin)
Fembot in a Wet T-Shirt
He Used to Cut The Grass
Flakes (Scheila's Cartman)
Broken Hearts Are For Assholes
Bamboozled By Love
King Kong - Band Solos (Aaron's robots, Scheila on the stage floor, Joe's glasses fly off)
bravo! bravo! <clapping>
Joe Travers is a fantastic drummer. And on top of that he's the Zappa Vaultmeister.
Did they have Ray White with them for these shows????
Ray has been on the whole tour ...