Archive for the ‘Zappadan’ Category

Frank Zappa at the Roubaix Theatre

December 8, 2013

“To rebel in our house, I always said, I’d have to become an accountant or a lawyer.” — Dweezil Zappa


December 4, 2013

It was 20 years ago today … and no, I’m not talking Sgt. Pepper here.

“There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life.”

— Frank Zappa, Dec. 21, 1940-Dec. 4, 1993

Hey, do you think he was channeling Larry’s wife?

BummerNacht: Stairway to Heaven

December 4, 2012


More Zappadan bloggery:

• Zen Comix, “Franktasia: John Jacob Dingleberry Shlitz.”

• Darkblack, “The Druid of Chrome.”

• Adventures Into the Well-Known, “I Wish Motorhead Would Come Back.”

Great googly moogly!

December 3, 2012
Phi Zappa Krappa

Phi Zappa Krappa: Tommy the Toilet never had it so rough.

I almost forgot — it’s Zappadan Eve!

Thanks to Sandy Underpants at The Aristocrats for the reminder. I first saw this poster at a head shop in downtown Bibleburg waaaaay back in the day. We thought the shit was deep back then, but it seems the torture never stops.

Whipping post

December 6, 2011

My friend and colleague Charles Pelkey will be appearing on “The Outspoken Cyclist” with Diane Lees on Saturday. You should give it a listen.

But first, listen to Frank and the band performing the Allman Brothers classic “Whipping Post” live in Barcelona, circa 1988 — with a few interesting alterations to the original lyrics — and praise Jeebus that Frank never got hooked up with Cher the way Gregg Allman did.

Nanook rubs it

December 5, 2011

Great googly-moogly! The thermometer has been pegged at the low teens all day long. I ventured out exactly twice, the first time to broom away the light snow that fell overnight, and the second time to collect a few bottles of antifreeze from the local grog shop in order to toast my fellow Zappatistas on this, the frigid second day of Zappadan 2011.

The temps are supposed to drop to minus-7 tonight. This would feel like a relaxing soak in a hot tub to my man Charles Pelkey, who reports that last night’s low in Laramie approached minus-30. The thud of engine blocks exploding and water mains bursting must keep folks up at night.

The downside about being stuck indoors on a slow cycling-news day is that one is tempted to look at the real news, and lately that is enough to set the stoutest young Eskimo boy to beating himself upside the head with a lead-filled snowshoe. Or perhaps depriving himself of his sight through the application to the eyes (via a vigorous circular motion) of the Deadly Yellow Snow, from right there where the huskies go.

I mean, can you imagine a world in which Newt Gingrich is the front-runner for the GOP nomination for president of the United States?

Hey … I think I just cheered myself up.

The torture never stops

December 4, 2011

Happy First Day of Zappadan!

Journalism’s kind of scary …

December 21, 2010

… and of it we should be wary.

And on that cautionary note, we bring an end to this year’s celebration of Zappadan. Back to Joe’s Garage, all you Catholic girls. And take that fembot in the wet T-shirt with you. Keep it greasey, y’all.

Let the imaginary frenzy commence

December 21, 2010
Bring me the Chrome-Plated Megaphone of Destiny. And a fresh diaper.

Bring me the Chrome-Plated Megaphone of Destiny. And a fresh diaper.

Happy birthday, Frank Zappa. Hot rats and peaches en regalia for everyone!

Cosmik debris

December 19, 2010

Another Zappadan miracle? Or just the moon and a contrail? We report, you decide.

Great googly moogly! Somebody shot down the moon! Didja get any onya?


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