Most people always wanted to hear the old songs - it must be frustrating for a musical genius like FZ if his fans never love the new art as they loved the old things. I remember the time in the 80s, when i went to the record store to hear the newest FZ record just after his release. And always i thought first - oh, this is not so good than the old ones - but i bought it anyway, went home and heared it loud on my stereo. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 times - and always it became better. And a few days later i felt confident - THIS is the best record he has ever made! So now - in my old days - i hear music with more respect for the artist. Good music is never bad - maybe i don't understand it immediately - but always i have respect to the artists work. The job of an artist is not to appeal the audience - his job is it to do what only an artist can do.
I always hear so much about Zappa and just now decided to look him up. This was the first thing I clicked on, and I think I may have found my new favorite guitar player.
"Muffin Man"
The Muffin Man is seated at the table
In the laboratory of the Utility Muffin
Research Kitchen . . .
Reaching for an oversized chrome spoon
He gathers an intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants
And brushing his scapular aside
Proceeds to dump these inside of his shirt. . .
He turns to us and speaks:
"Some people like cupcakes better. I for one
Care less for them!"
Arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot
of a fully charged icing anointment utensil
He pools forth a quarter-ounce green rosette (oh ah yuk yuk.
let's try that again . . .!)
He pools forth a quarter-ounce green rosette
Near the summit of a dense but radiant muffin
of his own design.
Later he says: "Some people . . . some people like cupcakes exclusively,
While I myself say there is naughl nor ought there be
Nothing so exalted on the faceof God's grey earth
As that prince of foods . . . The Muffin!"
Girl you thoughl he was a man
Bul he was a muffin
He hung around lill you found
That he didn't know nuthin'
Girl you thought he was a man
But he only was a-puffin'
No cries is heard in the night
As a result of him stuffin'