But then we’d piss the robot off, and Tink would walk amok.
Yes. Great. Much of the modern philosophy is social criticism, and based on that fact one can say Frank Zappa was at least a little bit a modern philosopher. I know Zappa’s biography and his attitude towards social conventions; so I can say that your interpretations of the said music albums (see above) and Zappa’s person are right.
Musically I do not like the time since about 1980 very much; so it is not really a surprise that I know Zappa’s early music better than his later music. However. I want to show you a video from the 1980s with Frank Zappa. The official title of that video is “Frank Zappa on Crossfire” (1986).
“We are talking about words. … The whole thing is words. …” (Frank Zappa, 1986):
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ISil7IHzxc[/youtube]-
[list][list]“Frank Zappa on Crossfire”, 1986.[/list:u][/list:u]
My short comment: Words on crossfire.
What do you think about that video?
“The world’s most plentiful ingredient is stupidity.” - Frank Zappa.
What do you think about that video?
Frank felt it was his duty to defend the freedom of speech in music (however much he thought it was mindless garbage), but he also enjoyed disagreeing with hard core conservatives just to be doing it. He couldn’t stand the church or evangelism, but especially not conservative’s attempts to censor music because of their religious agendas.
The fact that he didn’t want to be there in that video is written all over him. He didn’t like media attention at all, really.
You’ve seen the hearings with Tipper Gore, yes? Frank was one of the few musicians present at those hearings, in an attempt to stop the parental advisory which we now see on album covers. To show his gratitude he wrote this song for Tipper.
edit: two part objection there. He objects to government intervention into consumer freedoms, so therefore liberally minded people who push for music censorship. But he’s also objecting to the conservative religious agendas behind the censorship attempts.
Musically I do not like the time since about 1980 very much
With the 80’s came the advent of new electronic devices for making music. This attracted people into the music industry who aren’t musicians at all, so the quality and integrity of music from that point on gradually digressed. It became easier to design a piece of music… and as long as the format was simple and familiar, people loved it. Moreover, capitalism hit a boom during that period, so the mass production of music and distribution was greatly enhanced. Now you had a new group appearing every day with some mediocre crap on a cassette tape. They get signed by some producer and a million albums get sold to the musically illiterate consumer public.
You’ve seen the hearings with Tipper Gore, yes?
I have seen it, if you mean the following video:
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxB-ZePpS7E[/youtube]
Yeah that’s it. His writing is very idiosyncratic with an admixture of serious and comedic content. Compare the testimony in that video to the liner notes of the album You Are What You Is.
THIS ARTICLE WAS ORIGINALLY PREPARED for publication in Newsweek magazine. After it was sent to them, they rejected it saying that it was too ‘idiosyncratic.’ Since we needed something to fill up this space, this article will now meet its destiny as decorative filler material.
Say Cheese …
It has been suggested that the Gross National Product is perhaps not the best indicator of how well we are doing as a society since it tells us nothing about the Quality of our Lives … but, is this worth dwelling upon as we grovel our way along in the general direction of the 21st Century? When future historians write about us, they base their conclusions on whatever material goods survive from Present-Day America, we will undoubtedly stand alone among nations and be known forevermore as ‘THOSE WHO CHOSE CHEESE.’
As you will recall, folks, nobody ever had as much going for them in the beginning as we did. Let’s face it … we were fantastic. Today, unfortunately, we are merely WEIRD. This is a shocking thing to say, since no Red-Blooded American likes to think of his or herself as being WEIRD, but when there are other options and a whole nation CHOOSES CHEESE, that is WEIRD.
Our mental health has been in a semi-wretched condition for quite some time now. One of the reasons for this distress, aside from CHOOSING CHEESE as a way of life, is the fact that we have (against some incredibly stiff competition) emerged victorious as the biggest bunch of liars on the face of the planet. No society has managed to invest more time and energy in the perpetuation of the fiction that it is moral, sane and wholesome than our current crop of Modern Americans.
This same delusion is the Mysterious Force behind our national desire to avoid behaving in any way that might be construed as INTELLIGENT. Modern Americans behave as if intelligence were some sort of hideous deformity. To cosmeticize it, many otherwise normal citizens attempt a peculiar type of self-inflicted homemade mental nose-job (designed to lower the recipient’s socio-intellectual profile to the point where the ability to communicate on the most mongolian level provides the necessary certification to become ONE OF THE GUYS). Let’s face it … nobody wants to hang out with somebody who is smarter than they are. This is no FUN.Americans have always valued the idea of FUN. We have a National Craving for FUN. We don’t get very much of it anymore, so we do two things: first, we rummage around for anything that might be FUN, then (since it really wasn’t FUN stuff in the first place) we pretend to enjoy it (whatever it was). The net result: STRESSED CHEESE.
But where does all this CHEESE really come from? It wouldn’t be fair to blame it all on TV, although some credit must be given to whoever it is at each of the networks that GIVES US WHAT WE WANT. (You don’t ask – you don’t get). Folks, we now have GOT IT … lots of it … and, in our Infinite American Wisdom, we have constructed elaborate systems to insure that future generations will have an even more abundant supply of that fragrant substance upon which we presently thrive.If we can’t blame it on the TV, then where does it come from? Obviously, we are weird if we have to ask such a question. Surely we must realize by now (except for the fact that we lie to ourselves so much that we get confused sometimes) that as Contemporary Americans we have an almost magical ability to turn anything we touch into a festering mound of self-destructing poot.
How can we do this with such incredible precision? Well, one good way is to form a Committee. Committees composed of all kinds of desperate American Types have been known to convert the combined unfulfilled emotional needs and repressed biological urges of their memberships into complex masses of cheese-like organisms at the rap of a gavel. Committee Cheese is usually sliced very thin, then bound into volumes for eventual dispersal in courts of law, legislative chambers, and public facilities where you are invited to eat all you want.
If that doesn’t fill you up, there is the exciting Union Cheese … the most readily available cheese-type offered. The thing that’s so exciting about Union Cheese, from a gourmet’s point of view, is the classic simplicity of the mathematical formula from which it is derived. In fact, it is difficult to avoid a state of Total Ecstasy if one contemplates the proposition that no import quota yet devised has proven equal to the task of neutralizing the lethal emissions generated by the ripening process of this piquant native confection.Should we not be overtaken by some unspeakable emotion when we consider the fact that the smaller the amount of care taken in the preparation of each Union Cheese Artifact, the more triumphant the blast as the vapors stream forth from every nook and cranny of whatever it was that the stalwart craftsperson got paid $19.00 per hour to slap together?
Still hungry? Union Cheese might be the most readily available, but no type of cheese in America today has achieved the popular acceptance of Accountant Cheese. If it is true that YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT, then surely our national willingness to eat this stuff tells us more about ourselves than we probably wish to know. Obviously we have found The Cheese To Believe In. Why not? It is manufactured by people who count money, endorsed as nutritionally sound by Civic Leaders, and delivered by The Media door to door. The Quality Of Our Lives (if we think of this matter in terms of ‘How much of what we individually consider to be Beautiful are we able to experience every day?’) seems an irrelevant matter, now that all decisions regarding the creation and distribution of Works of Art must first pass under the limbo bar (a/k/a ‘The Bottom Line’), along with things like Taste and The Public Interest, all tied like a tin can to the wagging tale of the sacred Prime Rate Poodle.
The aforementioned festering poot is coming your way at a theater or drive-in near you. It wakes you up every morning as it droozles out of your digital clock radio. An ARTS COUNCIL somewhere is getting a special batch ready with little tuxedos on it so you can think it’s precious.
Yes Virginia … there is a FREE LUNCH. We are eating it now. Can I get you a napkin?
“My idea of a good time is – the biggest problem facing the world today is mental health. If everybody had good mental health then all the other problems would be solved because in order to take care of mechanical and um… practical problems you have to have good mental health in order to attack those problems. If people have motives that are not worth while then those bad motives are always going to creep into their activities then – you see that everyday from the political people work, the people who are in just the position to have their minds functioning right then everything else would fall into line. That’s what I’m after – that’s my dream. Now that’s a dream – that’s probably not going to happen but that’s my dream.” - Frank Zappa.
Yeah but that’s a vague statement, which is why Frank is no philosopher. I mean ordinary people might read that and say ‘wow, that was intelligent’, but we critical thinkers know better. What is ‘mental health’? There are volumes of work on that subject, and a single statement like Frank’s doesn’t explain anything.
Now of course Frank is smarter than any popular musician I’ve ever known, but a smart musician isn’t a smart philosopher. He had the intellect to develop philosophical thinking, sure, but he didn’t study it so it never happened… his life work was music. Frank handles the music, that’s his department; he’s an entertainer and propagandist. I handle the philosophy. We make a team, Franky and I.
In philosophy as a thinking system there are two general ways of thinking: (1) a restricted way of thinking, (2) an elaborated way of thinking. Both are philosophy - the former in a primitive way and the latter in a progressed way. If someone uses the former one, then this does not necessarily mean that this someone is stupid but probably not much interested in philosophy. So Frank Zappa, who was intelligent, used his philosophical statements not in the sense of the elaborated way of thinking. When a man like Zappa says that “the biggest problem facing the world today is mental health”, then this statement represents his way of thinking, because he uses the restricted way of thinking. That is typical for one who is more interested in science than in philosophy, although both have much to do with each other. That one does not want to be a great philosopher but probably knows that it is almost impossible to not think and that thinking becomes philosophy, if it is systematically exercised.
Oddly enough, his statement probably contributed to the subjugation of man, because they treat any hint of nature oruntamedness as a crime or mental illness these days.
knowthyself.forumotion.net/t817p520-music#50764
For those who cannot hear and need to be told, this is the end of the evolution of metal. This is to metal what fusion was to contemporary jazz.
Polyrhythmic ‘math’ metal as it is sometimes called, is the most compositionally complex form this kind of music can take. It’s structural limits are reached here; metal is either simpler than this and therefore outmoded, or only as good as this. But metal can go no further than this. That is what I mean.
Magnus Anderson, that pretentious, fish n’ chip eating English prat, had the nerve to introduce me to this song and then tell me it sucked.
Verily, it was here that I learned Andy hath no ears.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmfzWpp0hMc[/youtube]
Meshuggah is another example (minus the obnoxious vocals). Dancers to a Discordant System for example has ridiculous time signatures.
From now on Know Yoself has a new rule. If you post in the genre of metal, it better be as good as this.
Clicked on your sig, found this post of yours. You’re talking behind my back, Zoot, and that’s not very fun. You realized that I don’t/can’t visit KT, so you took a chance to call me pretentious fish n’ chips eating English prat, none of which is true. I am neither pretentious, nor do I eat fish n’ chips, nor am I English. I am 100% Slav, only lived in England, I speak the truth most of the time and fish n’ chips I only ate once or twice in my life.
The song does not suck, that’s not what I really think, I like it, in fact, I like it better than what perpetual posted, but compared to classical and other fantasy genres (the ones in my head) it does suck.
Moreover, this isn’t the best metal song out there and it is far from being the end of metal evolution. There is no symphony in it, so it can’t be the end of metal evolution.
So what is better than AoL? Jakub Zytecki, of course.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LlTDJ1CwyP8[/youtube]
Quick highlights:
Psychedelic madness
Tribal metal dance gathering
Love Song
Opening Track
I absolutely love complex rhythms and cannot understand people who are not attracted to them just as I can’t understand people who think that prog rock or prog metal or whatever prog is better than classical.
You don’t appear to be sensitive to timbre, among many other things. To you, it doesn’t seem like it matters what kind of instruments one is using.
You realized that I don’t/can’t visit KT, so you took a chance to call me pretentious fish n’ chips eating English prat
Objection your honor. My client thought Magnus Anderson was an active member at KT and posted that thinking he would see it there. There is no intentional libel or punitive damage here, your honor. I request that you strike this statement from the prosecutors record please.
Zoot, do you realize what you’re asking this co…
Uh, If I may your honor…
Irrelevencio ad Slanderous Andersonius.
[ courtroom gasps ]
Section 4 paragraph subsection a.7 in the Internet Rules of Debate and Etiquette statutes state that if the slanderer believes the slandered is aware of the slander, it cannot be defined as a.6 subsection conspiracy to slander by way of pretentious fish, chip, pub or prat.
My client believed Magnus was there at the forum where he posted that. My client will not accept a plea to an a.6 conspiracy to slander charge.
Nothing more your honor.
This is what I’m saying, Zoot, I give you a truly badass piece of music, and you say nothing, and I give you some autistic mediocrity, and you go “OH MY GOD, THIS IS GREAT, MAX, THIS IS THE END OF THE METAL EVOLUTION!”
Hilarious!
What a magnitude of badassitude this is, just listen to it:
youtube.com/watch?v=LlTDJ1CwyP8#t=17m35s
Listen to it till the end, the badassitude starts at the very end, everything before it is just a warmup.
We can’t even agree on what’s the best prog metal out there.
And you know why is that? That’s because you’re an Arab and I’m a Slav.
All the great people were Slavs.
Nietzsche was a Slav.
Tesla was a Slav.
Unabomber is a Slav.
I am a Slav.
Historyboy is a Slav.
Jakub Zytecki is a Slav.
All the modern so-called Greeks are to a great extent Slavs (due to the Slavicization of Greece that occured long before they were born.)
Fixed is a Slav too, but he’s not a great person because he’s also a Jew.
Slav is the new Roman, Zoot.
Be a Slav, Zoot, that’s what’s cool these days.
Don’t be an Arab, what is an Arab, an Arab is just a man with a towel on his head in the middle of a hot summer day.
Who wants to be an Arab, noone wants to be an Arab, the greatest Arab ever and he’s not even a real person, he’s Disney’s Jafar, just a cartoon character.
Be a Slav, Zoot.
Repeat my mesmerizing words.
Be a Slav, Zoot. Be a Slav, Zoot. Be a Slav, Zoot.
Slavs are currently dominating most of the world sports. Who won FIFA World Cup U20? Who played Brazil in the finals? Who? Who, Zoot? Slavs, of course. Who played United Slaves of Africa in the FIBA World Cup 2014? Who, Zoot? Slavs, of course. Who has the highest number of world titles in basketball? Who, Zoot? Slavs, of course. It’s Yugoslavs right there with the United Slaves of Africa. Who’s dominating waterpolo? Who, Zoot? Even tennis, who’s dominating tennis, Zoot? Is it Rafael Nadal perhaps? Or an Arab? Who’s making fun of Spaniards these days on the ongoing Eurobasket?
Zoot, why do Americans imagine Slavs as their nemesis?
It’s a good day to be a Slav.
Be a Slav, Zoot.
Slav is a meaningless word.
Nietzsche was not a Slav.
And this thread should not be derailed. This thread is about the Great Slav Musician Frank Zappa and his philosophy. So, please, stick to the topic.
I am a synthesis of the noble races, Mr. Anderson. I am both an original Aryan and a fake-ass 1930’s propagandic caucasian Aryan. I’m the whole package dude. My father’s side traces back to scottish and irish origins… no doubt part of the scandanavian stock migrating south into scotland and denmark during the dark ages. These folks were big barbarian bastards and now that you ask, my father’s father was just such a barbarian. Pop’s side was always violent. Like alcoholic Valhalla violent. Like I come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs flow violent. The kind of violence that only large angry white people can produce.
My mother’s side is Syrian and Lebanese… desert living snake charming belly dancing sand people with blue eyes and olive skin. Grandmother’s maiden name was ‘Saba’, so this most certainly indicates there was a Persian warrior tribe called the Sabians sometime in history of which she was a part, and which probably had something to do with the formation of the Hashishin Order. And who were they? The Arabic Ubermenschen.
When the Christian crusaders in the Orient came across that unconquered Order of Assassins, that free-spirited order par excellence, whose lowest ranks lived a life of obedience of the sort no order of monks attained, then they received by some means or other a hint about that symbol and motto, which only the highest ranks kept as their secret, “Nothing is true. Everything is permitted.” . . . Well now, that was spiritual freedom. With that the very belief in truth was cancelled. . . Has a European, a Christian free spirit ever wandered by mistake into this proposition and its labyrinthine consequences?
Ergo, my uberwenchen grandmother carries in her heritage the secret order of hashishin, while my father carries in him the hyperborean soul of the viking conqueror and adventurer.
I am the Kwisatz Haderach!
Lev, you are so boring.
Artimas is even more boring. Out of everything I said, he decided to retort by saying that Nietzsche wasn’t a Slav.
Priceless.
Zappa was an Arab, like his greatest fan ever. Stupid Arabs. Who wants to be an Arab?
And what’s this, Zoot? We’re now playing a game of who’s gonna lie the stupidest? You are proud of being a mixed piece of shit? And Arabs are Ubermenschen? And Blacks are intellectuals?
And who in the whole goddamn universe cares about Zappa’s philosophy?
And Blacks are intellectuals?
Technically yes, because there have been three in the last 70,000 thousand years. One did something significant in medicine I think, the other invented something, and I can’t remember the last one.
Correction. Uncle Franky was Arab Greek Italian French. And you are another boring Slav who just wants to waltz.
Who wants to be an Arab?
In the words of the great teacher sage and sufi mystic Mul-aha-muh-a ewl-madeen “one does not become an Arab, rather the Arab becomes the way of wanting” or “aluk-ha ul ala-lah-lu-luhukna”.
My ways and traditions predate yours by thousands of years blondy. We were teaching those Greek retards how to even use a language before irrelevant wandering thugs and barbarians like you in their cheap, class 4 plate metal armor and shining lockes of golden, teutonic hair, even existed. Even the Greeks were more advanced than you, and that’s saying a lot.
You’re whole era was put down by scholars and philosophers that came wayyyy later after greek and arab scholars and philosophers were interpreting each other’s text and setting the foundation for Aristotleanism and Platonism in the west. By the time your wandering brutes finally got some shit together in central Eruasia, scholasticism and the church had such a strangle hold on philosophy that you couldn’t do anything but adopt it. The Slavs sold out. You lost your Hellenism before you even had it.
On the other hand the Persians, my fair skinned flunky, predated all that nonsense and had fully functioning continent scale empires with…wait for it… mail delivery systems.
At about this time do you know what the armor wearing northern brutes with their heavy-weapons class double edged battle axes with 2d+6 hit points were doing?
NOT RUNNING EMPIRES, that’s what.
Who wants to be an Arab? Everybody wants a touch of Arab in them, Andersonius Maximus, and I embody a rare selective event in the chance of good breeding, with just the right amount of errors.
I am a Nietzschean happy error… when just the right balance of torrent and conflict between long lines that are foreign to each other form a sudden harmonious union in which the best of each side is brought out at the expense of all else. I am the victorious synthesis of two kinds of superior cultural ethos.
Now If I had some Japanese in me too it would be over for you. I wouldn’t even be having this conversation. A Viking Hashishin Samurai? There would be no argument dude.
Lev, you are so boring.
Artimas is even more boring. Out of everything I said, he decided to retort by saying that Nietzsche wasn’t a Slav.
Priceless.
Zappa was an Arab, like his greatest fan ever. Stupid Arabs. Who wants to be an Arab?
And what’s this, Zoot? We’re now playing a game of who’s gonna lie the stupidest? You are proud of being a mixed piece of shit? And Arabs are Ubermenschen? And Blacks are intellectuals?
And who in the whole goddamn universe cares about Zappa’s philosophy?
There is only one thing worse than being a racist pr1ck, and that is being a confused muddle-headed racist pr1ck.
Obviously you find truth boring.
There are plenty of intellectuals of all kinds. Your skin colour does not seem to have much of a bearing. I know several “blacks” as you call them, and they are all a lot smarter than you, kiddo.
Maggie’s evidence that Zappa was an Arab…
Wait a minute, we gotta get something happenin’ here. You know, he is in there spending thousands of dollars and shit. We should make this worth while. We should… we should get into something real.
Naw man, he’s not interested in leather. Shit, that shit’s been fuckin’ rubbed in the ground, you know? Christ that’s, that’s going on two tours old now. We gotta come up with some new shit.