You've Been Messin' With The State Bird Of New Jersey, Motherfucker!

You've Been Messin' With The State Bird Of New Jersey, Motherfucker!

Ya know, there's things about this album that bug me (the annoying production, the recycled old material) but god DAMN it's fucking hilarious. The way Frank fucked with the English language on this album is remarkable, and the killer delivery from Ike WIllis of this shit is just a joy to behold. And hey, how can you not love an album concept featuring a woman fucking a briefcase and stuffing a pen up her ass after she finds out her husband is gay for a potato-headed whatchamacallit? Even by Zappa standards, this is one FUCKED-UP piece of work.

I had all sorts of other shit in my head today, but most of it will come off even more self-important than usual if I write it, so fuck it all anyway.

One Zappa-related story, though. At the gig Saturday, our singer was handed a note requesting we do a slow song for "the woman in the black thong." Kinda bizarre. So we did Magnet And Steel, the old Walter Egan tune from the '70s that I actually somehow enjoy despite it's brazen sappiness. And we do it very well.

In a fit of Ike/Frank-inspired nonsense, our singer and I filled the song with The Secret Word Of The Night - thong.

The backing vocals do lots of "oooo-oooo" stuff. So I sang "thoooo-ooong." Mark changed about seventeen words to "thong." We both sang "You are a magnet, and I am thong" in lovely harmony.

The next song was Jerry Lee Lewis' Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On. I never sing on this, but that night, whenever Mark would sing the title line, I would sing "thong" over the top of "on."

I LIVE for this kind of utter fucking stupidity. I wish we'd do it every goddamn night. In fact, I think I'll start doing it myself if no one else will. Hell, I was yelling "Science!" in a bad Thomas Dolby voice a couple weeks ago, why not make it a habit?

I'm easily amused. Hi-ho Silver! Away!

You means DE WOMENS' LIBROMATION MOVENINT done created de uncontrollable urgement to play dingle-dangle-dingle wit de personal requipment of yo own gender?,
Dougie