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"i hear the sound of marching feet...
Down sunset boulevard to crescent heights
...and there...at pandora's box...
We are confronted with...a vast
Quantity of...plastic people..."
Take a day and walk around
Watch the nazi's run your town
Then go home and check yourself
You think we're singing
'bout someone else
But you're plastic people
Oh, baby, now
You're such a drag
Plastic People/Frank Zappa
I hadn't thought about Frank Zappa in a long time. He was a true pioneer in his time, but many folks only remember him as one of the featured voices raised in opposition to Tipper Gore's drive to label music.
He came up again tonight when my son and I were watching one of those VH1 list shows about music.
I was reminded by a Zappa clip of how strange and wonderful it was to have had a best friend who had a college-age brother. The Mothers of Invention was only one of the wonders that he brought home to us; their album Absolutely Free was an eye-opening experience to boys who only had top-40 radio to listen to. Among the other things we discovered through him were J.D. Salinger, Terry Southern, Jack Kerouac, and Allen Ginsburg. All probably read too early for normal development (remember, we're talking 1967)..but absorbed by adolescent minds.
In later years we blamed (or credited) him for what we called the "sickness", our own private brand of cynicism, black humor, and inside jokes that almost formed a private language, born in those early years, fed by the ideas and music that we discovered, and closely guarded from adults, even after we were well into what is normally considered "adulthood".
I wonder now, what could possibly compare with the effect that material had on us? These days, you don't need an older brother to bring home new ideas from college. Everything, and I mean EVERYTHING is available on line. The mystery and mystique no longer exist.
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
What you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
Bob Dylan/The Times They Are A-Changin'
8/27/2006 6:07 am
Boy did this post bring on memories! And you are right about the internet....and mystery and mystique no longer existing. In many ways, that is rather sad, isn't it? And as for the Bob Dylan song.....now I'll be singing it all day long! |
8/27/2006 3:00 pm
I'm feeling really young, NG! I know who Frank Zappa was, but I was more the Moon Zappa age...Oops, sorry, showing my age there..lol Good post, nonetheless.|
8/29/2006 1:21 am
Has messed my mind up...
8/29/2006 5:10 am
This is true.. you can get everything online.. as long as you know where and how to look.. |
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