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Industrial Strength Frank Zappa

 

Got to invent something.

It was all an accident.

The Radio Is Broken.

Rampant costumery in the 60s.

The 70s were just vague.

It was ugly in the 80s.

Mass formulazation.

A classy video is a buck fifty.

Free artistic material should be corrected.

This stinks.


Genius Of Love by the Tom Tom Club.

Regular rock is rock that sounds like itself.

All else is progressive rock.

Sometimes.

Industrial strength Frank Zappa.

No desire to inflict.

It's called rational thinking.


Not a rock and roll consumer.

More Howling Wolf and Hungarian folk.

The song was King Kong.

Whoops.

Not yet.

Go ahead and laugh.

Makes no difference.

Give yourself a break.

Specialized.


Mechanical knowledge of the instrument.

And an imagination.

Take the chance.

For people who bought the ticket to the show.

Science fiction hair and diagonal zippers.

It's not going to happen.

Admitted and advertised.

As product only.

They should have that.

It's got nothing to do with music.


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