Over the last couple of days, I have been having an e-mail exchange with someone I considered a close friend and confidant while he lived in Aiken. Last year, he was transferred to another part of the state and we are making plans for me to visit for a day to catch up. One of the things that has always intrigued me about him was his appreciation for the music of the late, Frank Zappa. Knowing him as I do, I would never put the two together, but isn’t that what makes us all unique?
So, since it was on my mind today, I decided to blog a Zappa song. Those of you who know his catalogue understand the lengths one must go to to find something interesting, yet appropriate for general audiences. The ride home this evening solved the problem as I decided to post a song tonight that tells the story of millions of aspiring musicians since the invention of the electric guitar. (While my wife and several of her friends are seeing Elton John perform in Augusta)
I recall hearing this album for the first time in 1979, when a friend of my roommate at college brought it to school….I could not stop listening to it. And while it was very complex and technically advanced music, I’m sure my mother would not have appreciated some of the language in other songs, but that is one of the reasons we went to college in the late ’70’s, wasn’t it? Alas, I digress again.
And before I ever first heard The Central Scrutinizer’s admonitions , I played a Fender Mustang through a Fender Champ amplifier, back then…cheap. Today, a collectors item… and eventually was able to afford that Stratocaster…so the song fits for me…..and so many others, I am sure.
Yes, it is silly, irreverent, and many of you won’t get past the “Central Scrutinizer” introduction….just hang in there as it’s a great story and easy to follow…trust me?
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