The title of this thread is: “The Great Musician Frank Zappa and His Philosophy”. Unfortunately this thread is derailed:
Genius black people…now that’s not something you see every day…Tell me more…what are their names, their biographies, I need to add this to my research…skin colour is irrelevant to the issue…Indians have the same skin color as africans…they are not blacks…
Take a walk sou the door and meet some.
Lol…have you ever been to a black neighborhood?
I see blacks all the time…my question to you is who are these particular persons of interest…tell me more about them, if they even exist…Silence is doing you no favors…
Whaddaya do? You join The Mothers and you end up working for Zappa, and he makes you be a creep! You coulda played the blues with John Mayall or far-out exciting jazz with Blood, Sweat and Tears.
Look, no one’ll ever take you seriously after this. How can they take you seriously? In this business… you either gotta play the blues or sing with a high voice.
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“So far ladies and gentlemen the response from this particular community has not been especially gratifying, perhaps you’re a little bit too intellectual here.”
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KauE3_wRBwI[/youtube]
Well then Fido got up off the floor an’ he rolled over
An’ he looked me straight in the eye
An’ you know what he said?
Once upon a time
Somebody say to me
(This is a dog talkin’ now)
What is your Conceptual Continuity?
Well, I told him right then
(Fido said)
It should be easy to see
The crux of the biscuit
Is the Apostrophe(')
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“So far ladies and gentlemen the response from this particular community has not been especially gratifying. Perhaps you’re a bit too intellectual here.” FZ
nice, i found an interview with Ruth Underwood that includes more than what I saw elsewhere, if that makes any sense. Okay what I saw was this same clip only shorter… and I thought that that was it… so it’s a nice surprise for a fan uhda band.
In addition: December 21 - the birthday of both Frank Zappa and Arminius.
Happy Birthday! (slightly belated)
People have a desire to believe in ‘good luck,’ ‘angels’ of one sort or another, ‘devils’ of one sort or another – ‘mysterious forces’ which somehow link back to a ‘godhead,’ or a ‘controlling force,’ or a ‘masterplan,’ developed by some ‘All-Knowing Consciousness’ that LOVES THEM, and wants to make everything okay for them.
Why do people want that? They’re going to spend a lot of time trying to make things from The Real World fit that mold.
The minute something happens that doesn’t follow the formula, they start worrying. It makes some of them psychotic – like the guy with the sword, hacking up people on the Staten Island Ferry because Jesus told him to do it.
One reason people practice religion is that participation creates the illusion of belonging to an extended family. Whatever the Imaginary-Guy-In-The-Clouds won’t do for them (sometimes he’s busy – inventing crack; causing droughts; stirring up mischief here and there), their fellow parishioners might.
“My mother didn’t love me, my father didn’t love me, but my friends at church think I’m a nice person – so we’ll just climb on this really bitchen water-slide here, and love the jumpin’ be-jeezus out of each other while we whiz downward. . .”
If you want to stand on the steps of any building (or water-slide), all dressed up on a Sunday morning, for whatever purpose (a Christian business discussion, perhaps), great – go for it.
If you want to get together in any exclusive situation and have people love you, fine – but to hang all this desperate sociology on the idea of The Cloud-Guy who has The Big Book, who knows if you’ve been bad or good – and CARES about any of it – to hang it all on that, folks, is the chimpanzee part of the brain working.
One of the reasons these evil industries have survived throughout the ages is that the big guys have always made sure that the customers confuse the ‘results’ of their ‘prayers’ with ‘the existence’ of The Guy On The Cloud.
What people call ‘prayer’ could just as easily be an unknown (or improperly described) psychic phenomenon which manifests a tangible physical result. Any group of people, focused on the same goal, might be able to aim an unknown amount of an unknown energy at some specific ‘target.’ Presto: “Prayer That Works.”
For one thing, we had a bumper crop of lawyers a while back, and every one of them wanted to earn a living – but, with so many lawyers competing for the criminal dollar, how could they expect to get their rightful hunk of American Pie? The answer was obvious: America needed more criminals. Not the really bad kind that do murder and rape and stuff – we needed regular, easy-to-defend, middle-class neighborhood criminals, with cash and equity. The lawyers of America set out to create a world where their services would be indispensable.
Ha! I knew it. A conspiracy between law makers and criminal lawyers. Pass a bunch of stupid laws which people are likely to break, then make a business out of their prosecution and defense.
Hunting camels in Arizona is prohibited.
Who knew?
Hunting camels in Arizona is prohibited.
Who knew?
How many camels did Moses bring out of Egypt?
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how the fuck do i know?
how the fuck do i know?
It’s easy.
None.