Not sure which I am more inspired by at the moment, the journey you took me on unwrapping and smelling new vinyl, or the character of Frank Zappa, who I really knew very little about. Going to watch that documentary. The bit about Zappa saying it's not important to be remembered communicates instantly the heart of someone who is living completely and fully in his now and the rest be damned. So fricking awesome.
Ok--I'm sold! Where do I start understanding / appreciating Zappa?
I only remember him from Sheik Yerbouti and because I hate puns I had no respect for him--thought he was a dummy--and never sought out any of his music. The same is true of Eataly, which is also in NYC--a great emporium but I despise the name because of my pun phobia.
I’m going to think about this essay for a really long time. Beautiful, inspiring and so emotionally charged. I felt the passion, going to research on zappa now!!!💗💗💗
Silvio, what a great and personal intro to Zappa! I always wanted someone to guide my way into this intimidating musician. Will use this as my entry point and tell you how it goes ;)
Also, you highlighting his "freedom of thought" is so accurate. It makes me think of the thing I most like about Radiohead: their capacity to reinvent themselves record after record, leaving behind the burden of fame and conformity that most bands and musicians fall into.
Zappa really seems like that and your fun facts about it him make it clear he kept reinventing himself every time.
Silvio -- Can we be best buddies?! I absolutely love Zappa! His album Perfect Stranger (conducted by Pierre Boulez, the most judicious and discerning of all conductors, and in his own right one of the most eminent composers of the 20th century, no less) was absolutely perfect. And he's such a serious artist that whatever he did or said, no matter how goofy or non-sensical it was, deserves some attention.
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
Esteemed Substacker, If you read my first two posts, you will find out about how dramatic and humble my landing here actually was. Then I started to write and post like a madman like there was no tomorrow because my real life situation seemed that way, and things have not calmed down, have not changed yet! Not only because life, in general and particular, is not a word, but a sentence, but because sometimes serving this sentence makes one feel like dropping dead any minute, I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy it to the very last breath as I do, a soldier of Christ, fighting in the first row, breathing heavily, no matter cannon fodder you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract, yes, I just want to make you laugh, not cry, as I wipe a tear or two. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore. I keep saying this only to myself as a wounded gladiator in the public arena. Hope you all still having fun ....
Substack is my new home, like I was sort of homeless. And yes, it does get lonely in the jungle if you live alone. Substack to me now means the world, the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied writing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 69, whoops, subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. Thank you for noticing me, for hearing me out, for supporting me! I am truly humbled. Do not let my monumental or trivial issues grind you down! God bless you all!
PS: Please excuse my typos, grammar, etc. because I am not perfect, I am just human. I use a looking glass and my second rate English is my third yet my most beloved language.
Not sure which I am more inspired by at the moment, the journey you took me on unwrapping and smelling new vinyl, or the character of Frank Zappa, who I really knew very little about. Going to watch that documentary. The bit about Zappa saying it's not important to be remembered communicates instantly the heart of someone who is living completely and fully in his now and the rest be damned. So fricking awesome.
Silvio, this was incredible. I wish I had my own Zappa moments as a child. It’s never too late to start.
Your story really captivated me back to a childhood where we could appreciate and experience awe.
Great work
If only I could travel back in time to visit New Horizons. Thank you for transporting us to that moment when you entered Zappaland.
Listening to Hot Rats for the first time this week evoked the same feeling I got when I listened to Far East Suite. "What *is* this?!"
When do we get to have a call together? I love your writing.
Ok--I'm sold! Where do I start understanding / appreciating Zappa?
I only remember him from Sheik Yerbouti and because I hate puns I had no respect for him--thought he was a dummy--and never sought out any of his music. The same is true of Eataly, which is also in NYC--a great emporium but I despise the name because of my pun phobia.
Another great post!
I’m going to think about this essay for a really long time. Beautiful, inspiring and so emotionally charged. I felt the passion, going to research on zappa now!!!💗💗💗
Silvio, what a great and personal intro to Zappa! I always wanted someone to guide my way into this intimidating musician. Will use this as my entry point and tell you how it goes ;)
Also, you highlighting his "freedom of thought" is so accurate. It makes me think of the thing I most like about Radiohead: their capacity to reinvent themselves record after record, leaving behind the burden of fame and conformity that most bands and musicians fall into.
Zappa really seems like that and your fun facts about it him make it clear he kept reinventing himself every time.
Silvio -- Can we be best buddies?! I absolutely love Zappa! His album Perfect Stranger (conducted by Pierre Boulez, the most judicious and discerning of all conductors, and in his own right one of the most eminent composers of the 20th century, no less) was absolutely perfect. And he's such a serious artist that whatever he did or said, no matter how goofy or non-sensical it was, deserves some attention.
Zap meh 2! Great post, love it!
You have surely missed my outstanding Subtract!
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/at-the-gates-of-hell
Esteemed Substacker, If you read my first two posts, you will find out about how dramatic and humble my landing here actually was. Then I started to write and post like a madman like there was no tomorrow because my real life situation seemed that way, and things have not calmed down, have not changed yet! Not only because life, in general and particular, is not a word, but a sentence, but because sometimes serving this sentence makes one feel like dropping dead any minute, I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy it to the very last breath as I do, a soldier of Christ, fighting in the first row, breathing heavily, no matter cannon fodder you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract, yes, I just want to make you laugh, not cry, as I wipe a tear or two. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore. I keep saying this only to myself as a wounded gladiator in the public arena. Hope you all still having fun ....
Substack is my new home, like I was sort of homeless. And yes, it does get lonely in the jungle if you live alone. Substack to me now means the world, the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied writing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 69, whoops, subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. Thank you for noticing me, for hearing me out, for supporting me! I am truly humbled. Do not let my monumental or trivial issues grind you down! God bless you all!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/rome-never-fell-the-empire-never
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/oh-zero-i-just-cant-quit-you
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/frost-reloaded
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/lady-gaga-and-czechwizard-at-it
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-lords-prayer-there-is-more
PS: Please excuse my typos, grammar, etc. because I am not perfect, I am just human. I use a looking glass and my second rate English is my third yet my most beloved language.