Wednesday, February 10, 2010

20 Month Old Has Hives

Letter to Frank Z., The asteroid

R hexose deceased and the recipient, but hopes that the same may in any way, read it, we publish the following letter. Which, despite the amazing progress and prosperity of Postal privatization, insecurity and dismantled, we received well in advance on the birthday of Mr. Frank Zappa at address.

From our research shows that the birthday of Zappa, in conjunction with celebrating the winter solstice, fall in Capricorn: Cardinal zodiac sign ruled by Saturn and Earth and when Mars is in his exaltation. All of which could also be used as metonymy, where - but it is definitely not our case, we deal with music, astrology and other superstitions so-called ideological.


prefer instead to remember Frank Vincent Zappa, American composer and visionary shaker of the twentieth century, with his words: "The illusion of freedom will continue until it is advantageous to continue. At a time when freedom becomes too costly, will pull down the curtain and the scenery, take away the tables and chairs and you will see the brick wall in back of the theater. "


Dear Mr. Frank Z.,
I am writing this letter to tell you that is at least twenty-eight years I wanted to write: to be precise, from 14 July 1982. And I had even thought of that day sent from Palermo, where, during a concert. We had an appointment at the stage of Favorita.
Only since the lawn and I could not get along with many others but we wanted to see up close, he ended up opening the group - the thugs dressed in blue, lovers of military marches and alzabandiere, who did not like the his and our music - to defend the whole nation, his inviolable and sacred rites boundaries of soccer fields that day with exaggerated tear gas and beatings: that both we were all drug addicts and people who did not pay the fines.
And so then she did not play for us, then or ever again. But that's another story, my dear Frank, and certainly does not affect anyone.

That his tour in Italy 's '82 was something that even Ranxerox, as he confirmed in a Tanino Liberatore Michelangelo for his live cover "The Man From Utopia."
Place, the latter, which some suggest can be positioned within the left corner of his mustache in a horseshoe and the exact center of the square that fly on the chin. Both Cubist's almost like his music.
Speaking of that history of the tear before her concert in Palermo, I must confess that I was there I went because I wanted to see his mustache in person. Really, only that you put us in the middle of some clubs and so I can only imagine, his wattles vorticity. Similar but not identical, to those of Groucho Marx, the Mona Lisa by Duchamp, of Chaplin, Super Mario or Dali. A machine full of references to hair drifts and extreme beauty.

I wanted to also tell you that the other day, the barber, someone claimed that she had a mustache them there since he was three years, and then he ended up on those photos where she has her hair and dress girl, always with a mustache, clear and we all smile.
So, coming home, I thought that her turns seventy this year and that I could write really short, this lettera.Dove would have told me that she always seemed all right: for example, that the cover of its disk where making fun of the Beatles' Sergeant Pepper by replacing, in the middle of Flower Power, the flowers stoned by too many barrels with quartered watermelon.

And the fact that the teen in his room there was certainly the poster of Varese, in addition to that, hopefully, Bettie Page, and that despite this, she has sunk her arms to the elbows in plastic showbiz and his music in order, emerged more and more free. Over / producing, leading to legal battles with record companies, winning and dedicated to his music. Her: unenforceable by ignorant rock band, snubbed by orchestras full of wise monkeys.

you itself, on the other hand, called himself "a guy who writes music that fails to make do." And then, ultimately, better than the human, the machine: cold, precise, that he avoided the "20 minutes of explanation to a prick of a bass player to show him 11 / 8" and costs just the electricity bill, to put it capricornesche his words. Or the
Sinclavier, a sampler and synthesizer music with which to carry out its scores macchiaiolo from the music. Only at the end, as the fairies exist, the Ensemble Modern Orchestra arrived from Frankfurt, which took over these his scores, removing the disinfected silicas of computers and dirty nails of rock musicians, and has returned to the music played.

you I was always nice for the titles of his songs. The list, to cite only the titles directly written in Italian, is pleasantly mild, "Tengo na michi so much" (Uncle Meat), "The cock pigeon" (The Yellow Shark), "God" (Civilization Phaze II) . Not to mention the names of his children, for example: Dweezil, Ahmet, Moon Unit, Diva. Qua, dalle nostre parti, i cani li chiamano Fido e i partiti lo stesso. Figuriamoci i bambini, povere creature.

Fulminanti le ”avvertenze per l'uso” da lei apposte sulla copertina di Apostrophe : “musica per il pranzo e il piacere della danza”; oppure quelle che appaiono su The Perfect Stranger: “tutto il materiale qui contenuto ha come finalità solo il divertimento, e non deve essere confuso con altre forme d’espressione artistica” .
Laddove le vestali dell’arte dovessero avere qualcosa da dire, ricordo che uno dei suoi maggiori estimatori è stato Pierre Boulez. Uno che, oltre a sostenere che "Schoënberg est mort!", he also directed some of his works, saying: "(Zappa) as a musician was an exceptional figure because he belonged to two worlds: that of pop music and classical music. It is not a comfortable position." In this respect, his explanation: "Talking about music is like dancing about architecture."

In his compositions I also liked the continued references to contemporary music, avant-garde, jazz, and of course, rock, soundtracks of cartoons of Hanna-Barbera, silly songs to advertising, parodies of music flower, surf and doo-wop, and fierce assaults to "stupidity orchestra."
And his guitar, quella – a suo dire- capace di ingravidare con un assolo ogni ragazza nel raggio di 15 metri dal palco, avrei voluta sentirla davvero, quella sera a Palermo: celere permettendo. La quale non permise.

Volevo anche ringraziarla perché lei, in quelle teste vuote dei fans, ha fatto girare un nome: Edgard Varèse. Per questo motivo l’Organizzazione delle Nazioni Unite, nella persona del suo Alto Commissario per i Diritti Umani avrebbe dovuto come minimo insignirla di una medaglia d’oro grossa così, tipo le patacche che i gangsta-rapper portano al collo. Ma quelle onorificenze le danno alle rockstar, categoria con la quale lei sicuramente ha avuto qualche problema d’appartenenza.

This letter to tell you something else: that one of the first records that I stole was his "Overnite Sensation", and that I still have it in my heart. In support of these sentimental memories of adolescence rash, one sentence: "At the heart can not control," as the Neapolitan mathematician Caccioppoli, not surprisingly grandson of Bakunin.

Those who write about her on the online encyclopedia that "In reality, his musical project was to engage in proselytizing among the hippies and moody, his music and to formulate serious and complicated disguised behind a rock façade and sardonic parody, and seasoned with lyrics steeped of mocking and cynical realism, even at the cost of being persecuted for years by misconceptions and urban legends. "telematics Despite these warnings, there was a period that flourished his admirers, and in the features and fattanze. At that time, there was no Wikipedia with its terms sage.

Although she has declared that he conceived the music as "decoration of the time," a baroque extravaganza, to be built with his own hands, fun and free schemes, based on rhythm and sull'atonalità (polyrhythms, odd times, even irrational and random rhythms), by dint of its work trooped between labels that mean nothing, there is also to say that the commercial sense for her, perhaps not a great moment. Guilt also of his long absence from the media, no that does not contribute to push the product on the shelves of merchandise and music, despite the tracks and the spores that she, more than four decades, has spread around.

Raising our gaze to the stars, a further test is its small asteroid "Frank Zappa", a group of fans has officially named in his honor, which continues to travel safely in its orbit in outer space. Away from this planet, to mention it, hydrogen is not the true substance constituent, but stupidity. Greetings from

who loves her. Letter signed


(published in "Sicily libertarian"
a. XXXIV No 292 - February 2009 )