Let me tell you seekers, the anecdote of when i heard Frank Zappa for the first time, at the age of 21-22..
I used to walk home from town, to this suburb about 30km, 60-round-trip – back and forth like 10-15 times each week..
And the reason i didn’t take the bus (more than in an absolutely crucial situation of needing to get in time), was because i was inspired by Nietzsche, and all, and had this idea that one should walk rather than travel by car, because when we ride cars is when we are DEAD, you get the point – i can’t explain, but i’m sure you understand the philosophy behind walking 400km every week rather than going the car-way…
Besides, i lost my car and my driver license.. BUT, anyway, when walking home from town, i used to drop into my friends place, as often as he allowed – and one night, i was talking music with my friend (i mostly listened to Primus, among many other bands, and every kind of music i could sniff up), and he told me; – “How about Zappa, ever heard him??” Me answering, “No”.. BUT, just a few days before i had heard some old wino talk about how Zappa was his absolute favorite musician, bla bla…but i had never heard zappa, then, myself, so i was aware this zappa was something–but was not aware–of the greatness…
SO, without my friend playing any zappa– just loading like 8-10 zappa-songs into my mp3 player, then me leaving, i headed home (maybe stopping at the roof of this church i used to climb onto, to sit down there, smoking a joint, before heading on the LONG way home through the night — i never listened to any of the zappa songs, i had gotten, during that walk home…
And during this time i used to take some drugs – and one drug me and my friend used to take was something called “Blue Mystic”, a.k.a 4-acetoxi-diPT, and we used to mix it with alcohol – and this period of doping my head, had some negative effects on my mind..
And, i don’t remember if i tripped that night, on my walk home, or back at home, or what i did that night– BUT i remember the very next day, stepping out of the apartment-building, into the bright summer’s-day – I WAS A FREAKIN’ ZOMBIE! I remember thinking (OR NO– i didn’t think it, because i didn’t have any thought, any capability to think, at the time)… But, all disturbed and bothered by having the zombie in my head – i thought, holy shit, but here goes, i’m just gonna let my legs move me forwards, what can i do….and i put the earplugs into my ears, and turned on the mp3 player, and flipped through the list a little – and there i saw “zappa”…so, well, THE FIRST SONG I EVER HEARD, OF ZAPPA–AT THAT PARTICULAR MOMENT, OF BEING A ZOMBIE – WAS THIS SONG:
– i was awestruck, and couldn’t help feeling a feeling of poetic comedy, in my ZOMBIE-HEAD….heh….