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All-Star Jam
03/20/08 | by Gerry Todd
Speaking of freak-scenes... Anything going on in yours we should know about?
2 comments
Comment from: dr john [Member] 
I heard that the guys who used to own Plastic Fantastic in Ardmore opened a new record store. Anyone know where it is?
03/20/08 @ 13:17
Groovy man! It IS, when it IS!
That TRIP brings back CLIPS I can't remember!
In high school I danced eggzackly like that slick clip chick in the checkered slacks out back - check 'er steamin' - checkered demon...
Swear to god, I carried THIS PAGE I tore out of a magazine around in my high school wallet for years, until it got all wadded up and beer stained and smackie...
"If you were drunk, and it was the middle of summer, Saturday night about 11:30, and you had your comfortable clothes on, and you were in a small beer joint dancing, and it's crowded (temperature about 82°), and the local Rock & Roll combo (Ruben and The Jets) is playing Green Onions (or something that sounds just like it... all full of parallel fifths moving monotonously through a root progression I, IIb, IV, IIIb... or something like that, over & over again), and the guitar player goes to take a solo and stomps his fuzztone into action and turns his amplifier all the way up so his guitar squeals and screams and sounds absolutely vicious, and he bends and mangles the strings & starts to really get it on, gyrating and going totally berserk and playing his ass off and everythin'... if you were drunk, and all this was going on, and you were out there dancing and sweating and really feeling the music (every muscle & fiber of your being, etc., etc.) and the music suddenly got louder and more vicious... louder and viciouser than you could ever imagine (and you danced harder and got sweaty & feverish) and got your unsuspecting self worked up into a total frenzy, bordering on electric Buddha nirvana total acid freak cosmic integration (one with the universe), and you were drunk & hot & not really in control of your body or your senses (you are possessed by the music), and all of a sudden the music gets EVEN LOUDER... and not only that: IT GETS FASTER & YOU CAN'T BREATHE (But you can't stop either; it's impossible to stop) and you know you can't black out because it feels too good... I ask you now, if you were drunk and all this stuff is happening all over the place and somebody (with all the best intentions in the world) MADE YOU STOP so he could ask you this question: "Is a force this powerful to be overlooked by a society that needs all the friends it can get?" Would you listen?"
Francesco Zappa
"The Oracle has it All Psyched Out"
Life, June 28, 1968, pages 82-91
Is it even possible that our kids will become too detached from max experience to embrace legitimate frenzy? Can there ever be chicks and checkered slacks like that again?
That TRIP brings back CLIPS I can't remember!
In high school I danced eggzackly like that slick clip chick in the checkered slacks out back - check 'er steamin' - checkered demon...
Swear to god, I carried THIS PAGE I tore out of a magazine around in my high school wallet for years, until it got all wadded up and beer stained and smackie...
"If you were drunk, and it was the middle of summer, Saturday night about 11:30, and you had your comfortable clothes on, and you were in a small beer joint dancing, and it's crowded (temperature about 82°), and the local Rock & Roll combo (Ruben and The Jets) is playing Green Onions (or something that sounds just like it... all full of parallel fifths moving monotonously through a root progression I, IIb, IV, IIIb... or something like that, over & over again), and the guitar player goes to take a solo and stomps his fuzztone into action and turns his amplifier all the way up so his guitar squeals and screams and sounds absolutely vicious, and he bends and mangles the strings & starts to really get it on, gyrating and going totally berserk and playing his ass off and everythin'... if you were drunk, and all this was going on, and you were out there dancing and sweating and really feeling the music (every muscle & fiber of your being, etc., etc.) and the music suddenly got louder and more vicious... louder and viciouser than you could ever imagine (and you danced harder and got sweaty & feverish) and got your unsuspecting self worked up into a total frenzy, bordering on electric Buddha nirvana total acid freak cosmic integration (one with the universe), and you were drunk & hot & not really in control of your body or your senses (you are possessed by the music), and all of a sudden the music gets EVEN LOUDER... and not only that: IT GETS FASTER & YOU CAN'T BREATHE (But you can't stop either; it's impossible to stop) and you know you can't black out because it feels too good... I ask you now, if you were drunk and all this stuff is happening all over the place and somebody (with all the best intentions in the world) MADE YOU STOP so he could ask you this question: "Is a force this powerful to be overlooked by a society that needs all the friends it can get?" Would you listen?"
Francesco Zappa
"The Oracle has it All Psyched Out"
Life, June 28, 1968, pages 82-91
Is it even possible that our kids will become too detached from max experience to embrace legitimate frenzy? Can there ever be chicks and checkered slacks like that again?
03/21/08 @ 01:10
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