Three Cans Of Steel Reserve Into The Night...
03.06.07 (11:35 pm) [edit]"You know, I got a little Motherly Love for ya, baby
You know, I got a little Motherly Love for ya, honey
You know, it doesn't bother me at all that you're only 18 years old
Because I've got a little Motherly Love for ya, baby"
- Frank Zappa
If I wasn't drunk, I'd record my version of FZ's Go Cry On Somebody Else's Shoulder right now. Gawd, I love that shit. I ran through it three times by myself and fell apart laughing each time because of the amazing cheese-level inherent in those lyrics.
I added a couple lines into the spoken outro:
Baby, I love you so much, darling
Why don't you dig me? I dig you, but you don't dig me
I don't understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I tried out for a spot on American Idol
I built a meth-lab in my trailer with some pictures of Toby Keith on the wall next to an American flag I bought for $3.98 at Wal-Mart
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola...
One of my favorite things about Freak Out is the nasty thin 60s guitar tones. Ohhh, I need to cop that vibe someday...
Got a look at the new local music store tonight with Katie - the one I teach a couple students on Wednesdays. They're in a better location now, and it looks like a real music store - the old place was pretty sterile and business-like, this place they've painted in dark colours and it's much more interesting and individual of a feel. I hope it attracts more students, I need all the help I can get.
I had a dream last night that I was onstage with Keneally doing You're Probably Wondering Why I'm Here and Help I'm A Rock. Mike looked happy to have me there. Ahh, the dreamworld...
Both grandparents are in worse shape each day. I'm going to have funerals soon. I hope it's sooner than later, for their sake.
Dad lets very little emotion out, but I could tell her was having a hard time thinking about his mother finally leaving us. I can think of two times I've seen my father cry in years. One was at my wedding. The other was when Grandma had her first stroke 7 years ago.
Mom was actually rational tonight. Go figure. I'll bet money she's an annoying pain in the ass next time I talk to her. these things are predictable.
Damn, I love this music. MoFo, boys and girls. Make it your friend.
Love,
Dougie