Archive for the ‘Frank Zappa’ Category

Hungry Freaks, Daddy!

March 6, 2007

Greed, Groucho:33, 6006 YD

This is an interview with Zappa, conducted by Grace Slick (sometime in the early 80’s, judging by Grace’s hair in contrast with Z’s hair) and is truly a bizarre experience. Zappy is such a crusty mofo here, I love it. And, any interview which contains the question: “If I suddenly had to throw up, or something, and I left the room, would you stay here and do jokes, or would you leave too?” has my personal seal of approval. Watch the video to find out the answer.

PS: The quality is crap. Enjoy!

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Count YooHoo Amongst The Pumpkinites

August 22, 2006

Hoopla:

Your hunch was correct, I have successfully infiltrated a Pumpkinite sect in Akron, Ohio – prime pumpkin land, and believe me, these Pumpkinites are truly rabid motherfuckers.

I got in with this sect in mid-July, through the female who went by the handle “Faux Sloatman”, and yes, as you suspected, she took her title from Frank Zappa’s wife’s name, although why is still beyond my understanding.

This is all much, much stranger than you or I ever suspected initially, these Pumpkinites do acknowledge Charles Shultz’s version of the Great Pumpkin, but they don’t admit to having derived the concept from him (as I had theorized) they claim Schultz was a high-ranking Pumpkinite who cleverly disguised their teachings into his work – of course, I find this highly suspect, after all, saying that the Great Pumpkin was hidden in Schultz’s work is like claiming that the Kabbalah was hidden on Sesame Street. No dice.

But, I have managed to learn quite a bit in my short time here, like their berserk claim that the Great Pumpkin dates back to ancient Egypt, and was the original Osiris. I came very close to blowing my cover when that admission was leaked to me, thankfully your training in the Deadpan Technique kicked in, and I was able to maintain my composure.

I have to admit, though, that their story almost convinces me in a strange way, think about it Hoopla, Osiris is a vegetation god who dies each year only to be resurrected the following year . . . “Sure, sure” I can almost hear you mocking in that strange nasal voice of yours, but think about this: The winged globe of Hadit, does it not eerily resemble a pumpkin with wings? And, what pumpkin would have wings other than that grandiose god of the gourds? Answer me that Hoopla, answer me that! You can’t! The real question, my dear Baron, is whether this will be the year that the venerated vegetable king will finally, finally make his appearance to his dedicated subjects . . . Too long have the followers of the prophet Linus been disappointed by the long wait on the autumn equinox for that magnificent seventeen foot tall redeemer to show himself, but still, but still Hoopla, consider this: Of all the vegetation gods, who reflects the weakest of the lot? Dionysus? Hardly, each year his followers (and they are legion, you better believe it) pluck his promise from the vines, grape by glorious grape; Demeter? Not even close, year after year worldwide crops of grain are harvested for the benefit of millions; Our Great -nay!- GRAND Pumpkin? Ha! Each year crowds upon crowds line up to take home their individual orange globes in anticipation of carving our leader’s face into the flesh, sitting close to the television to hear the words of the prophet from his own lips . . . no, no, no, the truly disappointing vegetation god is of course Yeshu ben Yosef the Galilee stone mason who now dominates the world under the moniker Jesus the Christ, who never comes back as he promised, and doesn’t even have the compassion to leave a vegetable in his place – but not for long, good Baron, not for long, soon the Great Pumpkin will usurp his place on the throne of the multitudes, and on that wondrous day it will mean Pumpkin Pie for all, my friend, FOR ALL!

The only question worth asking at this point is: QUO MODO LONGE, MAGNA CUCURBITA, QUO MODO LONGE?

-Count YooHoo, K.S.C., S.H., H.M.
Esoteric Order Of Eris, Van Vliet Cabal

PS: When are you coming to visit?

Zappa Plays Zappa, Toronto, June 16 2006

June 20, 2006

Great Googly Moogly – what a show!

Being 30 I had never had the pleasure of being anywhere close to Zappa music being played in public before, so Friday night was basically a heavenly vision Hassan-i-Sabbah could have concocted for me to compell me to join his assassins – and it would have worked.

The show started with a half-hour film of the Roxy lineup of the Mothers (my favourite lineup) doing their thing, which whipped the crowd into a frenzy, Ruth Underwood in particular got a big reaction everytime she was presented on the screen, as was Napoleon Murphy Brock, who we found out would not be able to attend our performance; it was very dissapointing initially, but the band was so fantastic and tight you would never know you were missing any element if you hadn’t been told. What amazed me was how young the band was for the most part – none of them looked older than me, except Dweezil slightly, and obviously Steve Vai and Terry Bozzio . . . actually to tell you the truth, from where I sat Steve and Terry looked pretty fucking good too.

Anyway, the show . . . it was amazing. The technical prowess the musicians have was beyond shocking. There were several times that I could have closed my eyes and pretended it was the genuine Mothers circa 1974 . . . Dweezil informed us early on that since Napoleon was absent we would be treated to a completely different show than had been performed on the rest of the tour – I don’t know if that is actually true, but it certainly felt like it. A jaunty version of King Kong surprised me early on, and the whip-cracking rendition of Inca Roads later brought down the house, as did Terry Bozzio on absolutely everything he did, the man must be plugged into a power source when off stage.

The only part where I was distracted enough to wonder why a song was missed was when they leap-frogged Nanook Rubs it when they played Don’t Eat The Yellow Snow and then went straight on to St. Alphonso’s Pancake Breakfast – one wonders if it was considered too delicate for Canadian Seal Smashers?

Before I finish up, I would like give special kudos to Sheila Gonzalez for performing lead vocals as well as playing sax and flute, and also to Joe Travers for singing Franks’s parts almost exactly like Frank while at the same time playing drums – no easy feat.

The set list, to the best of my memory:

-Apostrophe
-Stink Foot
-King Kong
-Don’t Eat The Yellow Snow
-St. Alphonso’s Pancake Breakfast
-Father O’Blivion
-Inca Roads
-Village Of The Sun

INTERMISSION

-I’m So Cute
-Pound For A Brown
-Tryin To Grow A Chin
-Black Page
-Peaches En Regalia
-Montana
-Trouble Every Day
-Tush Tush Tush (A Token Of My Extreme instrumental)

A Plea To Ruth Underwood

June 14, 2006

Ruth

Ruth

O Ruth

I don’t know where you are now

Whether you are sleeping or not

But could you please

please

O please

Come play my skull like a sweet marimba?

Sofa #2

June 9, 2006

I am the heaven
I am the water
Ich bin der Dreck unter deinen Walzen
Ich bin dein geheimer Schmutz
Und verlorenes Metallgeld
Ich bin deine Ritze
Ich bin deine Ritze und Schlitze

I am the clouds
I am embroidered
Ich bin der Autor aller Felgen
Und Damast Paspeln
Ich bin der Chrome Dinette
Ich bin der Chrome Dinette
Ich bin Eier aller Arten

Ich bin alle Tage und Nächte
Ich bin alle Tage und Nächte

Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa
Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa
Ich bin hier
Und du bist mein Sofa . . .


-frank zappa




Great Googly Moogly REDUX

May 12, 2006

I’ve recently noticed that a lot of people have been stumbling upon this blog by dropping “Great Googly Moogly” into a search engine.

Click here for original “Great Googly Moogly” post

I find it hard to believe that Howlin’ Wolf and Frank Zappa have suddenly gained attention from the masses behind my back – don’t get me wrong, I would love to believe such an idea, I just find it hard to imagine so many people smartening up so rapidly.

If only, if only!

Doing a little further research I have uncovered two further examples of this beautiful term in popular culture:

-There is a Nick Jr. television program entitled Maggie and the Ferocious Beast which sounds suspiciously like Simon In The Land Of Chalk Drawings from my youth – In the program Beast, apparently, blurts out said term several times per episode.

and

Googly Moogly by Hip Hop artist Project Pat, in which the term is exclaimed repeatedly throughout the chorus.

I suspect the second option more strongly than I do the first as the culprit behind the higher traffic; so, if you were brought here by dropping “Great Googly Moogly” into a search engine, please leave me a comment and let me know how you were brought here. And y’all come back agin, y’hear?

Great Googly Moogly!

July 7, 2005

I get a lot of looks when I sometimes use the term ‘Great Googly Moogly’ at work . . . in certain circumstances it completely appropriate, and besides that it is fun to say. Why are most people so pedestrian that any phrase remotely out of the ordinary gives the impression of temporary insanity? In response to that mindset I have done a little research and come up with some history of the three great words. Everything I found haas been taken from different sources on the Web, and I have tried to give credit where credit is due:

From Wikapedia:
Great Googly Moogly is a phrase which has been used in popular music (particularly Rhythm & Blues) lyrics by various artists dating back to the 1950’s [1]. Known examples include Frank Zappa’s Nanook Rubs It (1973) and Howlin’ Wolf’s Shake For Me (1986). There is some evidence (unverified) of earlier uses by other musicians:

At the very least, R&B legend Screamin’ Jay Hawkins uttered it as an exuberant exclamation of extreme excitement in “Person to Person” (1957): the line in question finding SJH extolling his far-away (cheerbabe?) girlfriend to “bring your big fine foxy great googly moogly lord-look-at-that self on home.” I’ve got some vague recollection that SJH used the phrase in other tunes – and I know Mojo Nixon and Skid Roper lovingly borrowed it on a track or two of their first few albums in the mid-1980s. –Gil R.

More recently, the phrase has moved into the non-musical world. It was spoken by Harry (Orlando Jones) in Ivan Reitman’s 2001 science fiction movie Evolution [2], used in a television commercial for Snickers [3], and has been printed on a line of casual clothing [4]. An example of contemporary (2005) use is the Disney Channel program Maggie and the Ferocious Beast; Beast says it several times per episode.

And this is from http://www.arf.fu (a site that has notes on Zappa songs):

This is an expression I have heard older blues artists use in songs. Somewhere in my voluminous collection is a Muddy Waters (or somebody like him) song where the phrase is used. I have been reviewing my collection to try and find the exact song, but it is going to take time.
From: Richard S Johnson

Howlin’ Wolf said it in one of the spoken parts of “Goin’ Down Slow”. Is that what you’re thinking of? I hope this helps.
From: onthecornr@aol.com (OnTheCornr)

I suspect that Zappa’s use of “Great Googly Moogly” was more directly inspired by “Stranded In The Jungle” by the Cadets and/or the Jayhawks (the two groups had competing Top 20 versions simultaneously in 1956). “Stranded In The Jungle” was always one of FZ’s favorite songs, and he performed it onstage at least once (the band with Bianca Odin, Halloween 1976 NYC). “Stranded” also predates Howlin’ Wolf’s use of the phrase in “Going Down Slow,” which was recorded in 1961.
From: chase@aros.net (Chase Kimball)

I have that particular Howlin’ Wolf song, and reviewed it. I am not sure if that is what I am thinking of though. I have the sound of some high energy blues baritone shouting it into the microphone in my head, and Mr. Burnett says it with a great deal of resignation. Perhaps I am mixing up his statement of the creed with the way Zappa says it. However, I have spent a lot of time with my blues CDs trying to find what is in my head, and have utterly failed, so perhaps my memory is faulty. In any event, my original post still stands and is vindicated, and I think the FAQ file should reflect the proper origins of Great Googly Moogly. Certainly Zappa and Burnett deserve no less.
From: ivester@utkvx.utk.edu (Stan Ivester)

I had also heard the “Great googly moogly” in a 50’s blues record I just can’t remember if it was a Howling Wolf or Muddy Waters, but I’m pretty sure it was one of them.
I believe that was “If I Never Get Well Again” by Howlin’ Wolf. Obviously, Frank listened to that song when he was young and well. I wonder if he listened to it again when the lyrics described his own situation.
From: biffyshrew@aol.com (Biffyshrew)

The title of this song (at least as it appears on the classic “rocking chair” LP) is actually “Going Down Slow.” This recording is from 1961. Is there another version with a different title?
An earlier citation of the phrase “great googly moogly” is “Stranded In The Jungle,” a simultaneous hit in 1956 in competing versions by the Cadets and the Jayhawks. Zappa played this song live in 1976, and also played it on the radio a time or two.
From: Charles Ulrich’ forthcoming book Project/Object

“Great googly moogly” is an expression that had been uttered by Willie Dixon in Howlin’ Wolf’s 1961 recording of “Going Down Slow”. Another variant, “great googa mooga”, was uttered by Prentice Moreland in the Cadet’s 1956 recording of “Stranded In The Jungle”, a song which FZ performed on the fall 1976 tour.

What else can I say except GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY!

PS: Click here for “Great Googly Moogly Redux”