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Day 142: Frank Zappa – Apostrophe (‘)

20 Jul

Nanook Rubs It

Weird music will almost always work well for me.  I love offbeat stuff.  Recently, I’ve found that I’ve been embracing the strange stuff more than I used to.  When you listen to a new record every single day, you attach yourself to the stuff that breaks the monotony, I guess.

And Frank Zappa is weird, man.  I mean that in the best way possible, because I really do love Apostrophe (‘).  Zappa has some stories to tell, and they’re some of the goofiest things I’ve ever heard.  It’s hard to go wrong with songs about not eating the yellow snow and crazy Eskimos named Nanook.

I think the most appealing thing about Apostrophe may actually be Zappa’s delivery.  Kooky lyrics don’t work if they aren’t matched up with the perfect voice, but Zappa was meant to say things like “At St. Alphonzo’s Pancake Breakfast / Where I stole the margarine / And wheedled on the Bingo cards / And blew up the latrine.”  His deep, smooth jazz voice works amazingly well.

As you know, I’m always a fan of short records.  Some people feel cheated when they get an album, and it’s only around half an hour—not me.  I believe that if the artist can get everything they need to done, then length is irrelevant.  Yeah, there’s a point where an LP becomes an EP, but I don’t think that is the case here.  Zappa gets everything wrapped up in 32 minutes on Apostrophe, and that’s good enough for me.  Honestly, I’m not sure if I could handle any more goofiness.