(Front of CD of 1996) Concept by Dweezil Zappa  - Layout by Steven Jurgensmeyer (Front of CD of 2012) Photo by Norman Seeff

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Läther

 

Disc 1
  1 Re-gyptian strut
  2 Naval aviation in art?
  3 A little green rosetta
  4 Duck duck goose {Jones crusher}
  5 Down in de dew
  6 For the young sophisticate
  7 Tryin’ to grow a chin
  8 Broken hearts are for assholes
  9 The legend of the Illinois enema bandit
10 Lemme take you to the beach
11 Revised music for guitar & low-budget orchestra
12 RDNZL

 

Disc 2
  1 Honey, don’t you want a man like me? {+ Wait a minute}
  2 The black page #1
  3 Big leg Emma
  4 Punky’s whips
  5 Flambé
  6 The purple lagoon {+ Approximate}
  7 Pedro’s dowry
  8 Läther {I promise not to come in your mouth}
  9 Spider of destiny
10 Duke of orchestral prunes

 

Disc 3
  1 Filthy habits
  2 Titties ‘n beer
  3 The ocean is the ultimate solution
  4 The adventures of Greggery Peccary
  5 Regyptian strut (1993) [Bonus track]
  6 Leather goods {Jones crusher} [Bonus track]
  7 Revenge of the knick knack people [Bonus track]
  8 Time is money [Bonus track]

 

All compositions by Frank Zappa.


Album notes by Gail Zappa - July 13, 1996
The following individuals may be held accountable through UMRK for the resurrection and reconstitution of “Läther” as conceived by FZ:
Digital Mastering and EQ - Spencer Chrislu
Transfer Engineers - David Dondorf, Spencer Chrislu
Vaultmeisterment - Joe Travers
Bonus Section Assembly, Edits and Mastering - Spencer Chrislu
Cover Concept - Dweezil Zappa
Forward Motion - Gail Zappa
Deep-dish Descriptives - Simon Prentis
Cover Execution and Layout Design - Steven Jurgensmeyer
Enthusiasm - Jill Christiansen
Special Thanks To Susan S. Kaplan and Silvio.

There are reasons why you are now in possession of this wonderful recording. Some of them have everything to do with you. Some of them have to do with present-day composers . One of them is because we thought it was such a good idea to go into that cloistered repository where Time, no longer contracted nor ticked off by ancient record company mores and bad managemental health, rests and dreams of being measured only by music. We braved billions of dust motes and myriad munchkin HUNCHENTOOTs … well, alright, Joe did.
OK. Here’s the deal: Joe went into the Vault. His objective: “Läther”. He found the original 2-track Masters, just as they were compiled by FZ, that he had mixed and mastered for vinyl with Kerry McNab. Next, Joe went on a search and seizure mission for material directly related to “Läther”. He found the remix for “Re-gyptian strut” that FZ did with Spence in 1993. He found the tape FZ labeled “Leather Goods” from which Spence extracted the guitar solo of the same name (only a snippet of which appears in “Duck duck goose”). He found outtakes. Outs from master reels labeled “Baby Snakes outtakes” from whence was caused to be unleashed “Revenge of the knick knack people”. Other snippets came from a box labeled “Odeon Percussion” from the same era. He found the original instrumental version of “Time is money”. All these were FZ’s mixes. He found an overdub of Terry Bozzio’s John Smothers from “Dong work for Yuda”.
Lo, he found many things. And they were good. Thence did Spence proclaim decisions had to be made. This process shall remain a UMRK secret but this much we share with you now: choices were based on historical relevance and favoritism.

And speaking of history, how about a little filler material on how “Läther” was cured. (Yeah? Look it up in the dictionary). As originally conceived by Frank, “Läther” was always a 4-record box set. One more time for the world : “Läther” was always a 4-record box set. The record company didn’t want to release it. FZ wanted to release it with another record company, as a special project. The record company didn’t want the record company to release it. He asked for an assignment of his contract from his production deal to the record company direct in order to advance the possibility of being able to do “special projects” (like box sets would you believe). Briefly the record company agreed (one record appeared on this label), then reneged. They told him that under his contract he owed them 4 more records. (They didn’t want him to release it).
He reluctantly reformatted “Läther” and delivered it to the label. Nothing like this had ever happened before. No artist had cured his obligations by delivering all the albums required at once. They wouldn’t pay him. They wouldn’t release him. He took “Läther” to a local radio station and asked them to play the entire program. They did and this is how it came to pass that Frank asked the listeners to get their tape recorders ready and thus delivered “Läther” free to the public radio audience. The rest is history.

The frost is on the pumpkins… the aeons are closing… nevertheless, we here at UMRK feel it is our duty…
Thanks for listening


Album notes by Simon Prentis - June 1996

From the point of view of “Earthworks” , “Läther” is an unmitigatedly inspired choice to be unveiling at this particular closure of the aeons . But not so much because it is the great unreleased masterpiece (even if you didn’t happen to be standing by with a tape recorder on that fateful day in December 1977, you could well have heard it by now in some quasi-unauthorized format) as for what it represents. Because “Läther” is not just a question of nostalgia for the old folks : aside from being a showcase for some of the best and most variegated work in Zappa’s oeuvre, it is actually an unparalleled opportunity to watch the Conceptual Continuity get down with its bad self.

It is also, of course, the stuff of legend. A massive raft of diskage, weighing in at over two and a half hours, it’s perhaps not entirely surprising that snazzy record company execs several press kits short of a taste for the bizarre might have balked at the prospect of unleashing such a large lump of unclassifiable material onto a market whose cutting edge was defined at the time by disco poot and the green shoots of punk. The persistent rumor has always been that, contractual obligations to the contrary notwithstanding, “Läther” was rejected in early 1977, ultimately to emerge over the next two years - amid a frenzy of lawsuits - re-edited into several more obvious “genre” albums (principally “Live in New York”, “Studio Tan”, “Sleep Dirt”, and “Orchestral Favorites”).

Others have claimed that, no, it was the other way round: the separate versions were prepared first, the “Läther” album being a bold attempt to get the material released elsewhere before the corporate legal machinery started to roll. Gail Zappa has now been persuaded to give her account of what really happened, but those of you who are still confused by the sheer skullduggery of it all can console yourselves with Quentin Robert De Nameland’s observations on the affliction of time : the crux of the comestible being that, no matter which came first, what we now have is two entirely different compilations of a substantial chunk of prime material, both edited and arranged by FZ himself.

So? Well, look at it like this: if you can get excited about a rearrangement of a particular song or composition (and in Zappa’s case that’s not too difficult) then imagine how thrilled you might be to discover that the concept of rearrangement actually extends to cover the entire output macrostructure , all of which could (and can) be realigned in a series of interlocking pieces, generating new forms and resonances appropriate to a particular circumstance or theme. Of course, if you’d been paying attention over the years to the concert material, you might have noticed that this was the idea all along: but most folks need an album to convince them. And “Läther” puts the seal on it - you could even be forgiven for thinking that it paves the way to that much-misunderstood meisterwerk “Thing-Fish”, exposing as it does the secrets of the assembly process for your dining and dancing pleasure .
Because apart from everything else, you have to keep your eye on the recombinant potential of Zappa’s work. The influence of the harmonic climate, the emotional context within which a particular melody operates, applies just as much to the strategic placement of individual compositions: unexpected juxtapositions of material familiar in other combinations can throw up hitherto unimagined links and contrasts. FZ’s principle of the when determining the what, ladies and gentlemen. Conceptual Continuity as Lego.

But even if your preference inclines more to the statistical groupings of pinheads than the fault-lines of the continental shelf, the heart of the matter (as with all Zappa’s work) is of course the music: “Basically this is an instrumental album” , and then some. The range of styles on display here runs the gamut from the inane, poppy banality of “Lemme take you to the beach” to the obscenely beautiful orchestral intricacies of “Naval aviation in art?”, passing through sharply honed jazz-funk vignettes on the way to the cartoon complexities of “Greggery Peccary”. And then there is the guitar work, illustrating Zappa’s consummate mastery of the art of feedback. Were it not for the characteristically incongruous twists lurking in the background, it would be hard to credit - as with “The Lost Episodes” - that so much music executed in so many different styles (and with such precision and panache) could be the work of one composer.
No other artist at work in the medium (by which we have to mean “music, wherever she may be found”, since to confine Zappa to a box called rock & roll is to stretch the definition to breaking point) even begins to approach the breadth and depth of musical invention and virtuosity that “Läther” represents. And that’s just the music: one of the special delights of Zappa’s work is that you also have lyrics to chew on. Pungent, punchy and acutely observed studies of homo sapiens at play, they present for public scrutiny the most ridiculous intimacies of the desperate individual in all of us, the superbly original use of language only sharpening the savage exposures of the wit. Love it or hate it (and once you get in there, you won’t get away) what’s happening here is, if not completely unprecedented, then so close it makes no difference.

Like Joyce (James, that is - you know, the other guy with a thing about panties) Zappa has harnessed all the vocabulary available in his chosen heritage, and made it completely his own. His range, palette, execution and coherence are at a level unmatched by his peers (You don’t think so, huh? Well, go ahead, name one…) and yet some people still have the nerve to believe: “comedy music”. Ingenuity, poise, and audacity are stamped on all the compositions like a hallmark, a constant source of inspiration for those with ears that do not merely hear. In the context of contemporary comparisons, “Read ‘em and weep” is indeed the adjustable slogan : but the tears, when they come, will be tears of joy.

Disc 1

1. Re-gyptian strut


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Replete with sleazoid brass and corny cabaret piano, “Re-gyptian strut” is an unexpected starter given its more familiar position somewhere in the back row of “Sleep Dirt”. But Zappa never selected an opening shot lightly, and besides suggesting that a revaluation of this sumptuous little number is in order, it sets the tone nicely for the whole monstrosity : a potent mix of tack, charm, cheese and bombast.
 
[Terry Bozzio] L-L-L…
[Patrick O’Hearn] Listen now
[Terry Bozzio] Father, I’m glad you’re here, I want you to hear this. I have a confession to make, you know?
[Patrick O’Hearn] Well, spit it out, son
[Terry Bozzio] L-L-L-L-L-L-LEATHER
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Well, don’t be ashamed
 
[Instrumental]

2. Naval aviation in art?


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Undoubtedly one of the leading contenders for the ultimate FZ desert-island disc, this exquisite piece features a special congealing of essences that, even in this less lush version, exposes the core of Zappa’s aesthetic with stunning clarity. Sandwiched cleverly between the aforementioned bombast and the “comedy music” that follows, it gleams with a pristine tension and sense of space that belies its apparent lack of statistical density . Mandatory listening for those who thought that “Dinah-Moe humm was where it’s at.
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Terry Bozzio] God, that was really beautiful!
[Patrick O’Hearn] Uh

3. A little green rosetta


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Intruding gracelessly in a typical shift from the sublime to the ridiculous, the lyrics cast a sardonic comment on those who might be tempted to tap their foot along: but although transformed eventually into a de-syncopated and extended outro on “Joe’s Garage Act III”, this earlier version gets closer to the latent savagery grinning beneath its paper-knife frosted surface - the song breaking off into a jaggedly intense moment of aural decoration radiant after the moronic muffin music, also known as “Ship ahoy”.
 
[FZ] A little green rosetta
Little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
 
Make a muffin betta
Make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A green rosetta
 
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
 
You’ll make a muffin betta
 
Whereupon the door closes violently!
 
[Instrumental]

4. Duck duck goose {Jones crusher}


[Notes by Simon Prentis] A burst of manic guitar followed by a collage of loose ends and sound-alike outtakes from the “Lumpy Gravy” sessions stirred in with Varèsian musique concrète: it is as if the grouting used between the other tracks has taken on a life of its own and become the actual track itself. And on the subject of grout: for those wondering what it’s all about, check the energy and enthusiasm which Zappa brought to these sessions, to be glimpsed in the brief studio segments featured in the film “Baby Snakes”.
 
[Terry Bozzio] What?
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Heh heh heh ye-yes!
 
[Roy Estrada] I never thought you’d go from me
Now that you’re gone
I miss you so much

Wha-wha-whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry?
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Oh-ooh-h listen to him go!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Why don’t you take it down to C-sharp, Ernie?
[Roy Estrada] Whatcha gonna do when the well runs dry?
[Terry Bozzio] Talk him down, Vic
[Davey Moire] Mmm
[Patrick O’Hearn] Come on down, Johnny
[Davey Moire] OK
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Davey Moire?] Yeah
[Patrick O’Hearn?] Nope

5. Down in de dew


[Notes by FZ on “The Guitar World according to Frank Zappa” - 1987] This piece began as a recorded jam session at Electric Lady Studios in New York City. The only thing that remains from the original recording is the drums. Everything else was layered on in overdubs at subsequent sessions in Los Angeles. This selection was an outtake from the “Apostrophe (’)” album. Another example of fretless guitar soloing can be heard on the song “San Ber’dino” in the “One Size Fits All” album. Unfortunately, the fretless guitar was stolen several years ago.


[Notes by Simon Prentis] A curiously structured solo excursion reminiscent at times of “Toads of the Short Forest”. Note the furious pace of the percussion, which, according to FZ’s own notes (see the “Guitar World” cassette where this track first “officially” appeared) was the base on which this composition was built.
 
[Instrumental]

6. For the young sophisticate


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Zappa’s most snarling guitar (eat yer heart out, Eric) prefaces and continues to underlie this lighter, more touching rendition than the road-tested version that eventually appeared on “Tinsel Town”. Lyrically, a classic example of FZ’s passion for “alternative information on specimen behavior”, a funny (and balanced, please note) put-down both of the young sophisticator’s image of himself and the spurious worries of the lady in question: the mind as the ugliest part of the body .
 
[FZ] Baby, baby, why you cryin’? I’m feeling sorry what she said
“Put down that rag” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear you cry again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
 
You know I went to see the doctor and then I read a magazine
“Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear about the book again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
 
There was a picture on the story that showed a young sophisticator
Who falls in love three pages later with some aggressive agitator
And by and by he comes to hate her, ‘cause she don’t shave her underarms
And he can’t go for that ‘cause he’s a young sophisticator
(He’s so sophisticated!)
 
Baby, baby, why you cryin’? It made me wonder what she said
“Forget that book” I told her, then “Don’t wanna hear about the book again”
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Tell me, tell me what’s the reason
Dear heart, dear heart
Why don’t you tell me what’s the reason?
 
[Ricky Lancelotti] Would you still love me if my hair grew all down the side of my kimono?
[FZ] Well, of course I would, it might be hip if it did not cause you to trip
 
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a bad aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Or radiate a cheap aroma
Dear heart, dear heart
Dearest heart!
Or radia-iate… Or radia-ia-ia-iate a cheesy aroma
 
Sick!

7. Tryin’ to grow a chin


[Notes by Simon Prentis] This starts off a run of three more “alternative information” songs dealing with the self-imposed traumas of social and sexual relationships, which on the original album made up side two of the box set. “Tryin’ to grow a chin” (an absurdly apt graphic image) is for all teen-age victims of parental indifference, enduring the hurt that many go on to feature for most of their lives. A storming emulation of mongoloid rhythms and thought processes.
 
[Davey Moire] Leather!
[Terry Bozzio] Ungh… ungh… ungh…
 
[Roy Estrada] Unnh-ooh-oooh…
 
[Davey Moire] Leather
[Terry Bozzio] What?
[Davey Moire] Leather!
 
Yes!
I’m only fourteen, sickly an’ thin
Tried all of my life just to grow me a chin
It popped out once, yes, but my dad pushed it in
Tell me, why did he hurt me?
Lord, he’s my next of kin…
He’s a mex-i-kin
 
I’m lonely an’ green, too small for my shirt
If Simmons was here I could feature my hurt
I’m scared of the future, yes, an’ I hope I don’t grow
Listen here, nobody likes me
‘Cause everywhere that I go
They say no
They say no!
They say NO!
 
Hey!
Now I am older, got a place in the town, babe
Got a chin on my shoulder an’ it keeps growing down an’ down an’ down
I’m horny an’ lonely, yes, I am, an’ I wish I was dead
Listen! Why am I livin’?
Lord, I wanna be dead instead
That’s right, I said
I wanna be dead instead
OK, now dig this:
 
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
That’s right
‘Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Please kill me
Hey!
‘Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
Lord!
In bed
I wanna be dead instead
Please kill me
Be dead in bed, yeah
‘Cause that would thrill me
I wanna be dead
In bed
Well, just as sure as my name is Terry Ted, Terry Ted
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
Kill me
I wanna be dead
Thrill me
In bed
Fill me
Please kill me
With some love
‘Cause that would thrill me
Every night
I wanna be dead
You know you…
In bed
You drivin’ me crazy
Please kill me
‘Cause that would thrill me
Hey, don’t you wanna…
 
[Terry Bozzio] Ungh… ungh… ungh
[Patrick O’Hearn] Whadya say we go down the street for a few minutes?
[Davey Moire] No… No go on that… I uh…
[Patrick O’Hearn] You don’t like fag bars?
[Davey Moire] No
[Patrick O’Hearn] Well, try ‘em!

8. Broken hearts are for assholes


[Notes by Simon Prentis] A masterpiece of unbridled bluntness, this superb song picks up where “Chin” leaves off. Dedicated as ever to the cause of mental hygiene, the opening phrase says it all:

Some of you might not agree

But you probably likes a lot of misery…

The thoroughly traumatized individual (recognize anyone?) seeks solace in the realms of true love, only to be cruelly disappointed. Analysis over, we are whisked into a bubble of twisted sexual fantasy before having the rug pulled out in a typical Zen moment:

But you forgot what I was saying…

Some cite this song as evidence of Zappa’s arrogance, but in concert he used to point to himself during repetitions of “you’re an asshole”: no one escapes the merry-go-round. Cynical? Perhaps you prefer bent over…
 
Come on! Hey! Do you know what you are?
You’re an asshole! Hey!
 
Some of you might not agree
‘Cause you probably likes a lot of misery
But think a while and you will see…
Take a while, you’ll see…
 
Broken hearts are for assholes
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole?
Broken hearts are for assholes
Are you an asshole too?
Whatcha gonna do, ‘cause you’re an asshole…
 
No, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hey! You’re an ASSHOLE!
 
Maybe you think you’re a lonely guy
Maybe you think you’re too tough to cry
So you went to the Grape just to give it a try
Just to give it a try
And Dagmar
Possibly, the ugliest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen in my life
Was his name…
Handle-Bar Johnny’s
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his pancake make-up
Alive and living in leather
Nearly drove you insane
Awright, what you been waiting for?
And so you kissed a little sailor
Coming up next week at the Grape, something new, something exciting
Who had just blew in from Spain
You can get a few of these lovely little sailors to roll the stage back
And pull the chain attached to the permanently-erected nipples of Jimmy
It’s showtime! Nice
In a bold salute to pain
Awright do you remember Fifi Dupree?
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel
Formerly Buddy Love the Baron Of Beef
And acted like it was cocaine
Mmm… Coming next week a Grape salute to S&M
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko
On Thursday night, a fine tribute: leather!
In a way you can’t explain
No one can salute leather without saluting PUERTO RICO!
And so you worked the wall with Michael
Then we may come in up next Tuesday
Which gave your back an awful strain
Uhhh-nhh
But you came back on Sunday for the Gong Show
In crushed velvet or leather
But you forgot what I was sayin’…
 
‘Cause you’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
That’s right!
You’re an asshole, an’ you’re an asshole
That’s right!
You’re an asshole, you’re an asshole
That’s right!
You’re an asshole, an’ you’re an asshole
Yeah-hey! That’s right! You’re an aiee-asshole!
 
You say you can’t live with what you’ve been through
Well, ladies, you can be an asshole too
You might pretend you ain’t got one on the bottom of you
 
But don’t fool yerself, girl
It’s lookin’ at you
Don’t fool yerself, girl
It’s winkin’ at you
Hey!
Don’t fool yerself, girl
It’s blinkin’ at you
 
Gonna ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
Cock ring
Chick-a-pttthh
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
Leather
(Knockwurst)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
Shausage
(Bockwurst)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
Scabies
(Weisswurst)
Ram it, ram it, ram it, ram it up yer poop chute
Volume
Chick-a-pttthh
 
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer poop chute
Chick-a-pttthh
Nice
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer poop chute
Asshole
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer poop chute
Ay ay ay ay
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer poop chute
Ay ay ay ay
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer poooop chute
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
Don’t fool yerself, girl
Gonna ram it, gonna ram it
Gonna ram it up yer…
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Yeah, I knew you’d be surprised…

9. The legend of the Illinois enema bandit


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Which brings us neatly to an asshole who obviously did. Most of the criticism aimed at Zappa for “politically incorrect” attitudes mistakes the messenger for the message, and the flak that this song attracts (even from those who normally know better) is no exception. A telling example of the way in which a chance snippet of news is elevated to “album material”, the only laughter here is at the absurdity of the situation: it is hardly as if the behavior is being endorsed. The combination of sexual deviance, legislative incompetence and a new metaphor for the efficacy of college education, coupled with the chance to have a national television announcer do the introduction was just too good to pass up. For those who pay attention to these things, the guitar solo also gives a clue to Zappa’s true feelings on the matter.
 
[FZ] And now, folks, it’s time for Don Pardo to deliver our special Illinois enema bandit-type announcement. TAKE IT AWAY, DON!
 
[Don Pardo] This is a true story about a famous criminal from right around Chicago. This is the story of Michael Kenyon, a man who’s serving time at this very moment for the crime of armed robbery. It so happens, that at the time of these robberies, Michael decided to give his female victims a little enema. Apparently, there was no law against that. But his name lives on: MICHAEL KENYON, THE ILLINOIS ENEMA BANDIT!
 
[Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
I heard he’s on the loose
I heard he’s on the loose
Lord, the pitiful screams
Of all them college-educated women…
He’d just be tyin’ ‘em up
(They’d be all bound down)
Just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
The Illinois enema bandit juice
He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
The Illinois enema bandit juice
He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
The Illinois enema bandit juice
He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
The Illinois enema bandit juice
 
The Illinois enema bandit
I heard it on the news
I heard it on the news
Bloomington, Illinois… he has caused some alarm
Just sneakin’ around there from farm to farm
He’s got a rubberized bag and a hose on his arm
Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
Lookin’ for some rustic co-ed rump
That he just might wanna pump
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
One day he’ll have to pay
Someday he’ll have to pay
 
[FZ] The police will say: “You’re under arrest!”
And the judge would have him for a special guest
Then the D.A. will order a secret test
Stuff his pudgy little thumbs in the side of his vest
Then they’ll put out a call-yooou for the jury folks
(That’s you over there)
And the judge would say: “No poo-poo jokes!
Then they’ll drag in the bandit for all to see
Sayin’: “Don’t nobody, no, no, have no sympathy…
Hot soapy water in the first degree”

And then the bandit might say: “WHY IS EVERYBODY LOOKIN’ AT ME?”
 
Did you cause this misery?
Well, did you cause this kinda misery?
Well, did you cause this misery?
Well, one girl shout: LET THE BANDIT BE!
 
Bandit, are you guilty?
Bandit, are you guilty?
Tell me now, what’s your plea?

Another girl shout: LET THE FIEND GO FREE!
 
Are you guilty? Bandit, did you do these deeds?
Come on now
He said: “It must be just what they all need…”
“It must be just what they all need…”
That’s right!
“It must be just what they all need…”
Over there
“It must be just what they all need…”
Help me out now!
“It must be just what they all need…”
That’s right!
“It must be just what they all need…”
 
[Ray White] He just be pumpin’ every one of ‘em up with all the bag fulla…
Don’t you know it must be just what they all need…
[Repeat]
 
Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois
Illinois

Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Fontana , ha
Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Po-head-otated, ha
(I’ll try again)

Potato-Headed Bobby
Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois enema bandit
Yeah yeah yeah
 
[FZ] Wait a minute, this is for Roy Estrada, wherever he is:
Wanna-wanna-wannanennema
An enema
Wanna-wanna-wannanennema
An enema
I wanna-wanna-wannanennema
Eh, TAKE IT AWAY!
 
[Ray White] The Illinois enema bandit
The enema bandit
The enema bandit
The enema bandit
The enema bandit
Talkin’ ‘bout the Illinois enema bandit
 

It can’t happen here!
JUICE!
 
[FZ] AWRIGHT-AWRIGHT! Ray White, the assistant Illinois enema bandit, live on stage here in New York!
 
That’s it, sit right down and make yourselves comfortable

10. Lemme take you to the beach


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Moving right along here, side three of the original set opens with this sparklingly affectionate parody of surfer music on speed, a delightfully dotty ditty with some spectacularly cloying orchestration tucked away in the shrubb’ry. The order of this and the next two tracks is identical to side two of the original vinyl release of “Studio Tan”, so it must have been good.
 
[Davey Moire] Lemme take you to the beach
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lemme take you to the beach
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lahhh
 
Bring the weenies
I’ll bring the soft drinks
And the cookies
Everybody’s in love
 
Lemme take you to a show
Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo
Lemme take you to a show
Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wohhh
Eat a candy, you are dandy
Can I kiss you? Maybe I’ll just hold your hand-eeee!
 
[Instrumental]
 
Lemme take you to the beach again
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lemme take you to the beach again
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lahhh
 
At the freak-out
Later we’ll peak out
You’re on restriction
So you’ll probably sneak out

11. Revised music for guitar & low-budget orchestra


[Notes by Simon Prentis] An abbreviated and thoroughly overhauled version of the piece originally written for the violin (premiered with Jean-Luc Ponty on the “King Kong” album), this is a true cartoon for your ears. The precision, clarity and deviousness demanded from (and delivered by) the performers would scare your regular ensemble to death.
 
[Instrumental]

12. RDNZL


[Notes by Simon Prentis] As if bursting to unravel the cryptic foreshortening of its title, “RDNZL” is an exploding firecracker of a piece that whizzes like a Catherine wheel for good measure. Both the keyboards and Zappa’s own solo (a curdling baroque gem all on its own) make maximum use of Stravinsky’s “economy of means” to wind the music to fever pitch: it’s not difficult to imagine the sheer musical fun that must have gone on in these sessions.
 
[Instrumental]

Disc 2

1. Honey, don’t you want a man like me? {+ Wait a minute}


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Setting out the stall for side four is another song that seems to upset some folks (including the heckler, crushingly silenced by Zappa with the band missing nary a beat). A classic portrait of ineptitude on the singles circuit, it again cuts both ways: “Ladies, you can be an asshole too” may not be a popular theme, but, as they say, it takes two to tango. Offended females of the species can take comfort in the fact that the behavior of the male of the species in this particular encounter could hardly be construed as flattering.
 
[Terry Bozzio] It’s gone
[Patrick O’Hearn] What? Your talent for sucking?
[Terry Bozzio] I…
[Patrick O’Hearn] Never…
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
 
He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
His fav’rite phrase was “Outa-site
He had an Irish Setter
Hratche-plche hratche-plche hratche-plche arf
 
It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
The moon was dim, the band was tight
They did the Bump together
 
What a splendid sight
Roon doon doon doon
Her teeth were white
Oo-ah oo-oooh
The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
He was glad that he met her
 
She was an office girl, “My name is Betty”
Her fav’rite group was Helen Reddy
(They discussed the weather!)
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a…
Baby, don’t you want a…
Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
Her jokes were dumb and her fav’rite sport
Was hockey (in the winter)
[Mumble]
 
He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
Any sport with a PUCK had to be ‘bout the best
As he jabbed his elbow in her
(Get it, honey?)
 
Later on they went off to where the music was soft
The candles were drippy, they saw a real hippy
Who delivered their dinner
 
The rice was brown and soon they found
That the crowd around that had jammed the room
Well, it seemed to be getting thinner
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a…
Baby, don’t you want a…
Baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
He took her home to a motor court
She wouldn’t kiss him, he tried to ignore it
But it made him angry!
Angry! It made me angry!
Why, it made me so angry
I COULD HAVE KILLED THAT LOUSY BITCH!
 
He called her a slut
Slut slut slut
A pig
Pig pig pig
And a whore
Whore whore whore
A bitch
Bitch bitch bitch
And a cunt
Cunt cunt cunt
And she slammed the door
The door!
In a petulant frenzy!
A petulant frenzy!
This is a petulant frenzy!
I’m petulant
And I’m having a frenzy!
 
[Guy in the audience] FUCK YOU!
[FZ] Fuck you too, buddy. You know what I mean? Fuck you very much.
 
On the sofa she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO!
She weeps and she weeps
BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
She weeps and she peeps through the curtain
 
He just got in his car
But the battery’s dead
So he asked to use the phone
And she gives him some head
And that’s the end of the story
 
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Baby, don’t you want a man like me?
Honey, honey, hey
Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a…
Ah, baby, don’t you want a MAN!
 
Baby, don’t you want a MAN sometimes?
 
[Terry Bozzio] Wait a minute; we gotta get somethin’ happenin’ here. He’s in there spendin’ thousands of dollars an’ shit… We should make this worthwhile. We should… We should get into something real.
[Patrick O’Hearn] Ho ho!
[Davey Moire] Leather
[Terry Bozzio] No, man, he’s not interested in leather… Shit! That shit’s been fuckin’ rubbed in the ground. Hmmmm, Christ, that’s goin’ on two tours old now… we gotta come up with some new shit…
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Oh-ho-ho, you don’t think so, huh?

2. The black page #1


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Dirt beneath the rollers segues deftly to this spectacular percussive showpiece, about which enough has already been said elsewhere: feast your ears and imagine the fate of those fortunate enough to have been hauled on stage for the dance contests in which this piece regularly featured.
 
[Instrumental]

3. Big leg Emma


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Another jump from the sublime to the merely absurd, just to make sure we don’t lose touch with reality. A song that celebrates as it ridicules, like so much of Zappa’s best pastiche, and a frequent choice at concerts. The fickle finger of fate is pointing firmly at the guys on this one, by the way.
 
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
 
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
She was my steady date until she put on weight
 
Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
Damp! Too-koo-too koo-too-koo too-koo-too too-koo-too
Ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma ma-ma-ma Emma!
Damp! Boogedy boogedy boogedy boogedy
 
[Instrumental]
 
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
There’s a big dilemma about my big leg Emma
Uh-huh oh yeah
She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
She used to knock me out, until her face broke out
 
[FZ] Thank you!

4. Punky’s whips


[Notes by Simon Prentis] One of the great concert numbers, the arrangements a superb counterpoint to the ridiculousness of the (true) situation being embellished upon here. Bozzio’s protestations of innocence “I’m not queer… I’m not gay” are interspersed with casual brass squibs replete with a density that most jazz combos would die for. The rhythmic insistence of the sequence that follows the hysterically frenzied “Why, maybe he’d like to… yank my crank” is both poignant and alluringly sexual in a way that is positively mesmerizing. Hotcha. Oh, and if you’re worried that there might be a homophobic vibe, well, perhaps you thought “Big leg Emma” was a love song.
 
[Davey Moire] What ever happened to all the fun in the world?
[Patrick O’Hearn?] Gurh-gurh-gurh-gurhg
 
[Don Pardo] In today’s rapidly changing world, musical groups appear almost every day with some new promotional device. Some of these devices have been known to leave irreparable scars on the minds of foolish young consumers. One such case is seated before you: live on stage, yes, Terry Bozzio!
[Terry Bozzio] That’s meeee!
[Don Pardo] That cute little drummer. Terry recently felt in love with a publicity photo of a boy named Punky Meadows, lead guitar player from a group called “Angel”. In the photo, Punky was seen with a beautiful shiny hairdo in a semi-profile which emphasized the pooched out succulence of his insolent pouting rictus
[Terry Bozzio] Ooh, Punky!
[Don Pardo] The sight of which drove the helpless drummer MAD WITH DESIRE!
 
[Terry Bozzio] I CAN’T STAND THE WAY HE POUTS
(‘Cause he might not be pouting for me!)
Hah! Pouting for you?
Hah! Punky Meadows? Pouting for you?
 
HIS HAIR’S SO SHINY AND IT’S DONE REAL NICE
(‘Til I squirm with ecstasy!)
 
Squirm with ecstasy
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Terry Bozzio] Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on…
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Terry Bozzio] Punky, Punky, give me your lips to die on…

I promise not to come in your mouth
 
Punky, Punky, your album’s the shits, it’s all wrong…
But, listen, this is no laughing matter
 
I AIN’T REALLY QUEER, BUT IF HE EVER GOT NEAR
STEVEN TYLER WOULD PAY TO SEE, PAY TO SEE!
 
Punky’s whips, Punky’s whips
His hair’s so shiny, I love his hips
I love his teeth, an’ his gums an’ such…
So what’s happenin’, man?
Punky, you’re an angel…
Oh
You’re too much
 
He’s been havin’ a rash
No shit
That keeps the girls away
Skin doom
Skin doom
Is what the doctors say
 
I wonder if Punky is rehearsin’ today
I’ll just go over an’ hear him play
His hair is so pretty… I’d like to bite his neck

I’ve heard a rumor, he’s more fluid than Jeff Beck
Dig this:
I AIN’T QUEER
I AIN’T GAY
(He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay
A wrist array-he-hey)
That’s all it is
 
Punky’s lips, Punky’s lips
Oh, I love his hair, eatin’ Donkey chips
Yes, I love his blink and his blank-blank-blank
Why, maybe he’d like to YANK MY CRANK?
YANK IT PUNKY!
YANK IT FASTER!
YANK IT HARDER!
YANK IT ALL NITE LONG!
COME ON, PUNKY! GET FUNKY!
 
I AIN’T QUEER
NO, NO, NO, NO!
I AIN’T GAY
NO, NO, NO, NO!
(He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ee-ay-ee-ay
A wrist array-he-hey)
One more time for the world!
And then he said:
“I AIN’T QUEER
I AIN’T GAY”
(He’s a little fond of chiffon in a wrist array-ay-hay)
 
I-I… Lord, I-I’m fo-fo-o-o-nd of chiffo-on
In a wrist array-ee-ay-hey
I said
I-I-I-I-I-I-I… Lord, I’m fo-o-nd of chiffo-on
In a wrist array-hey-ay-ay-hey
Come on, Punky!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Thank you. Terry Bozzio, ladies and gentlemen.

5. Flambé


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Resplendent in its original form for those who might have entertained feelings of ambivalence when first confronted with the vocals added for the CD release, the prominent position accorded to this abbreviated “cocktail lounge version” - the opener of the original side five - gives an indication of the esteem in which Zappa held it, a further vote for the all-too-neglected virtues of the album “Sleep Dirt”.
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Davey Moire] There it is…
[Patrick O’Hearn] Bill, look at it. Ain’t she a beauty?
[Davey Moire] It’s… It’s breathtaking
[Patrick O’Hearn] Sh Sh She musta cost you a small fortune. Whadya pay for it?
[Davey Moire] An arm and a leg. Christ, are you kidding? Shit, I’m in hock up to my godamned eyeballs.

6. The purple lagoon {+ Approximate}


[Notes by Simon Prentis] A punchy little number that feels like it takes over where “Waka/Jawaka” and “The Grand Wazoo” left off: the virtuoso performances of the Brecker Brothers a prime example of the superb performances Zappa was so adept at coaxing out of accomplished sidemen almost without them even knowing it. Jazzy yet raunchy at the same time, its throwaway feel nonetheless delivers enough originality for a less talented musician to have made an entire career of. Patrick O’Hearn’s piquant protruberances are an unadulterated delight.
 
[Instrumental]

7. Pedro’s dowry


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Opening side six, conceptually sandwiched between “band” selections, and outside (now) of the orchestral box in which it is normally cast, this abrupt left turn into cartoonland is inspiring. The “orchestra” tag carries so much excess baggage with it that it is often difficult to hear the music with unsullied ears, but listen to it as if it were a band playing, and a new vista appears (you can try the same trick with “The Yellow Shark”).
 
[Instrumental]

8. Läther {I promise not to come in your mouth}


[Notes by Simon Prentis] The definitive pronunciation of this mutant German fetish-word is, of course, spat out in the opening dialogue, a gargling cross between “lather” and “leather” evoking the foam from the sudsy nozzle excited by the terpsichorean splendor of the leather-clad denizens of the Mudd Club . The title “I promise not to come in your mouth” chosen for “Live in New York” leaves little doubt as to the “indelicate” implications hiding behind the play on the phonetic resonances of the umlaut, but hey, you’ve got to call them something . Music, Varèse once said, can express nothing but itself. Perhaps he never got a good blow job.
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Terry Bozzio] Heh-heh-heh
[Dale Bozzio] Ahhh!
[Patrick O’Hearn] Ooo-oo-oo-oh yes!
[Terry Bozzio] What?
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Ahhh, smell it
[Davey Moire] Nn-hng
[Patrick O’Hearn] Oh
[Davey Moire] Uh-huh

9. Spider of destiny


[Notes by Simon Prentis] More so than “Flambé”, perhaps, this is a tune with which you benefit from knowing the lyrics it was originally written to accompany . The sheer absurdity of the B-movie plot-line revealed on the “Sleep Dirt” CD version rubs nicely against the ridiculous swagger of the melody - for those of you ready and able to sing along.
 
[Instrumental]

10. Duke of orchestral prunes


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Lumped all together, the “Orchestral Favorites” album can sometimes feel too heavy to be fully accessible. But segued here with “Spider of destiny”, “The duke” sparkles with grace and style, a masterly example of Zappa’s mature feedback technique (extended in “Filthy habits”) making a harrowing contrast with the overblown pomp of the orchestral accompaniment.
 
[Instrumental]

Disc 3

1. Filthy habits


[Notes by Simon Prentis] The opener of the original side seven (yes, it’s “Sleep Dirt” again: getting the idea yet?). Words are pretty redundant here, except to note that it was one of FZ’s favorite solos. Feedback transformations like you can’t believe: this is music to fly to, to cry to, to die to. Proof, if any were still needed, that Hendrix sits at Zappa’s feet in heaven.
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Louis Cuneo] Uh heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
 
[Terry Bozzio] Larry’s not with us any more; he went on, y’know
[Patrick O’Hearn] Yeah
[Terry Bozzio] Yeah, he bit The Big One
[Patrick O’Hearn] Ha-ha-ha
 
[Terry Bozzio] Yeah, he’s got his own little piece of heaven now
[Patrick O’Hearn] Hhh! Ha-ha-ha!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] Uh… wish he’d play something else… ‘cause uh… they just aren’t gonna stand for it

2. Titties ‘n beer


[Notes by Simon Prentis] A rumbustious expedition into biker territory, inspired perhaps by that segment of the fan base that always liked to appear at the concerts in full regalia. One of the songs that also attracts the attention of those who seek to emphasize the supposed misogynist tendencies in Zappa’s oeuvre, but once again, the portrayal of the male protagonist is by no means a ringing endorsement of specimen behavior.
 
[FZ] It was the blackest night, there was no moon in sight
You know, the stars ain’t shinin’ ‘cause the sky’s too tight
I heard the scary wind, I seen some ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin’ ‘long the side of me
 
I’m mean an’ I’m bad, y’know, I ain’t no sissy
Got a big-titty girly by the name of Chrissy
Talkin’ about her an’ my bike an’ me…
An’ this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, Mystery
 
I noticed even the crickets were actin’ weird up here
An’ so I figured I might just drink a little beer
I said: “Gimme summa that, what you’re suckin’ on…”
But there was no reply ‘cause she was gone…
 
“Where’s those titties I like so well
An’ my goddamn beer!” is what I started to yell
Then I heard this noise like a crunchin’ twig

An’ UP, jumped the Devil, he’s about this big…
 
He had a red suit on an’ a widow’s peak
An’ then a pointed tail an’ like a sulphur reek
Yes, it was him awright, I swear I knowed it was
He had some human flesh stuck underneath his claws
 
You know, it looked to me like it was titty skin
I said: “You, son of a bitch!” ‘cause I was mad at him
Well, he just got out his floss an’ started cleanin’ his fang
So I shot him with my shooter, said: “BANG BANG BANG”
 
Then the sucker just laughed an’ said
[Terry Bozzio] Oh, put it away…
You know, I ate her all up…
Now what you gonna say?
 
[FZ] You ate my Chrissy?
[Terry Bozzio] Titties an’ all!
[FZ] Well, what about the beer then, boy?
[Terry Bozzio] Ah, were the cans this tall?
 
[FZ] Even her boots?
[Terry Bozzio] Would I lie to you?
[FZ] Shit, you musta been hungry
[Terry Bozzio] Yes, this is true
 
[FZ] Don’t they pay you good for the stuff that you do?
[Terry Bozzio] Well, you know, I can’t complain when the checks come through…
 
[FZ] Well, I want my Chrissy an’ I want my beer
So you just barf it back up, now, Devil, do you hear?
[Terry Bozzio] Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man!
I mean, I am the Devil, do you understand?
Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?
I suppose you noticed this little contract here
 
[FZ] You’re goddam right, you, son-of-a-whore
[Terry Bozzio] Don’t call me that!
[FZ] That’s about the only reason I learned writin’ for…
Gimme that paper… bet yer ass I will sign
Because I need a beer an’ it’s titty-squeezin’ time!
 
[Terry Bozzio] Man, you can’t fool me… you ain’t that bad!
I mean you shoulda seen some of the souls that I’ve had…
[FZ] Oh yeah?
[Terry Bozzio] Why, there was Milhous Nixon an’ Agnew, too…
An’ both of those suckers was worse ‘n you…
 
[FZ] Well, let’s make a deal if you think that’s true.
I mean, you’re the Devil… so whatcha gonna do?
[Terry Bozzio] Wait a minute, a tinge of doubt crosses my mind when you say that you want to make a deal with me
[FZ] That’s very, very true
 
[Terry Bozzio] Wait, you ain’t supposed to wanna make a deal with me
[FZ] Ah, but I’m slightly different than your average customer, Devil
[Terry Bozzio] But, wait, but most people don’t want to make a deal with me
[FZ] Yeah
[Terry Bozzio] What’s your story?

[FZ] Well, most people are afraid of you, see? They don’t know how stupid you are. I happen to know that you jack off to a picture of Punky Meadows when you get home
[Terry Bozzio] Grrah… stupid… grrh
 

[FZ] You know, ever since that guy told you that he contained more fluid than Jeff Beck you’ve been tryin’ to outdo him. Awright, look, I’m gonna say one thing to you, this may not register right away, but let me say this:
I’m only interested in two things
[Terry Bozzio] Yeah
[FZ] See if you can guess what they are
[Terry Bozzio] I would think uh… let’s see, maybe uh…
[FZ] Well, I’ll give you…
[Terry Bozzio] Stravinsky… and uh…
[FZ] I’ll give you two clues…
[Terry Bozzio] Let’s see uh…
[FZ] Let go of your pickle
[Terry Bozzio] What?
[FZ] Let go of your PICKLE!
[Terry Bozzio] I’m not holding my pickle
[FZ] Well, who’s holding your pickle then?
[Terry Bozzio] I don’t know… ha! She’s out in the audience. Hey, Dale, would you like to come up here and hold my pickle to satisfy this weird man out here on the stage?
 
[FZ] I’m only interested in two things, that’s titties and beer, you know what I mean?
[Terry Bozzio] What?
[FZ] Yeah
[Terry Bozzio] Titties and beer?
[FZ] Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer…
[Terry Bozzio] Whoa, I don’t know if you’re the right guy!
[FZ] Titties and beer, titties and beer, titties and beer
 
[Terry Bozzio] No! Don’t sign it! Give me time to think… I mean…
[FZ] Alright!
[Terry Bozzio] Hold on a second, boy… ‘cause that’s magic ink!
 
[FZ] And then the Devil let go of his pickle an’ out jumped m’ girl
They heard the titties plop-ploppin’ all around the world
She said: “I got me three beers an’ a fist fulla downs
An’ I’m gonna get ripped, so fuck you clowns!”
Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid an’ stiff
That’s when the Devil, he farted an’ she went right over the cliff
 
The Devil was mad, I took off to my pad
I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
I swear I do declare! How did she get back there?
 

[Terry Bozzio] One more time for the world!

3. The ocean is the ultimate solution


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Time to get serious. Soaring guitar against an impossibly disjointed accompaniment that twitches as if with a fatal dose of strychnine. Let yourself get sucked into that and it’ll really get you out there.
 
[Instrumental]

4. The adventures of Greggery Peccary


[Notes by Simon Prentis] Placement speaks volumes. This epic work, the electrifying opener on “Studio Tan” and, here, the final side of “Läther”, sparkles with new resonances in the context of what has gone before. Exemplifying the movie-for-your-ears methodology, it is a truly appropriate conclusion, not merely in the way that “King Kong” brings “Uncle Meat” to an end, but as a crowning achievement and scintillating review of all that has gone before: the musical material buried in “Greggery Peccary” is effectively a compressed summary of the elements that make up the whole album. No wonder Zappa spoke of it in the original radio broadcast as a masterpiece - it contains many pieces of fine, fine, super-fine music supporting a story line which itself is a hilarious satire on our enslavement to time and the vagaries of fashion, featuring some of FZ’s most memorable turns of phrase and including some extremely agile expeditions to the frontiers of rhythm, both linguistic and musical.
The existence of several matching animated piglet sequences in the film “Baby Snakes” almost suggests that it was once intended as a soundtrack, but the music throughout is so graphic that visual aids seem superfluous: the instrumental section which follows Zappa’s withering description of the power of advertising (culminating with “and spreads it throughout the land using all the frightening little skills that science has made available”) virtually animates itself as a portrait of the manic speed of a digital technology now harnessed across the globe to the task of supplying all “the answers to the things that might be bothering you”. Anyone for Internet?


[Scene 1 - GREGGERY’S APARTMENT]
 
[Narrator] The adventures of Greggery Peccary!
[Greggery] Oh, here comes Greggery! Little Greggery Peccary! The nocturnal gregarious wild swine…
 
[Narrator] A peccary is a little pig with a white collar that usually hangs around between Texas and Paraguay, sometimes ranging as far west as Catalina
[Greggery] Catalina, Catalina, Catalina!
 
[Narrator] This particular peccary is part of that bold…
[Greggery] Bold…
[Narrator] New…
[Greggery] New…
[Narrator] Breed…
[Greggery] Breeding…
[Narrator] That distinguishes itself by markings which resemble a wide tie directly below the white collar
[Greggery] If it’s wide enough everyone will know that the tie I’m wearing is a symbol of how nimble my mind will know, ooh-ooh!
[Narrator] Swank suave!
[Greggery] Hoon-hoon hoonna-han hoonna hoonna
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Narrator] Look out, here he comes again!
[Greggery] Oh, here comes Greggery Peccary! Yes it’s cravy, cravy, yeah!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Narrator] Every morning, Greggery drives his little red Volkswagen to the ugly part of town where they keep the government buildings
[Greggery] Voodn voodn!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Greggery] Boy, it’s so hard to find a place to park around here!


[Scene 2 - THE STENO POOL AT BIG SWIFTY’S]
 
[Greggery] Voo-voo-voo-nya-hoon
 
[Narrator] Greggery Peccary takes the elevator, up to the eighty-third floor of a grim, gray, evil-looking building with a sign on the front reading: “Big Swifty & Associates, Trend-Mongers”
And what, might you ask, is a trend-monger? Well, a trend-monger is a person who dreams up a trend (like “The twist” or “Flower Power”), and spreads it throughout the land, using all the frightening little skills that science has made available!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Narrator] And so it was, one fateful morning, Greggery Peccary made his way through the Steno Pool
[Greggery] Hi Mildred! Hello Gladys! Wanda!
[Narrator] Yes, from the moment they laid eyes on him, all the girls in the Big Swifty Steno Pool knew… here was a nocturnal gregarious wild swine on his way up!

A peccary of destiny… adventure and romance!
[Greggery] Is there any mail for me?
 
[Steno pool] Swifty’s. This is Big Swifty’s. At Big Swifty’s we all know-ow-ow…
[Greggery] Wo-wo
[Greggery] You’ll go for any gimmick or gizmo! Wouldn’t you rather be involved in a series of colorful time-wasting trends?
 
[Narrator] Air hockey… biff, dush!
 
[Steno pool] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
[Greggery] Youp youp youp youp
[Greggery] Is your wife snoring by the sink?
[Steno pool] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
[Greggery] Youp youp youp youp
[Greggery] Ain’t your life boring, don’t you think?
[Steno pool] Youp youp youp-youp-youp youp youp
[Greggery] Life is so much better when there’s some little something to do!
 
[Narrator] Does it matter that this waste of time is what makes a life for you? Hmmmmm?
[Greggery] I must plummet boldly forward to my ultra-avant laminated, simulated replica-mahogany desk, with the strategically-placed, imported, very hip water pipe, and the latest edition of the Whole Earth Catalog, and rack my agile mind for a spectacular new trend, thereby rejuvenating our limping economy, and providing for bored and miserable people everywhere some great new thing to identify with
[Steno pool] We have got the little answers to the things that might be bothering you
[Greggery] We have got your little toys. We’re busy makin’ ‘em, busy makin’ ‘em…
[Steno pool] We’re busy makin’ ‘em!
[Greggery] Busy makin’ ‘em, just for you
[Steno pool] Yoo-hoo-hoo
 

[Greggery] Highly efficient, Miss Snodgrass!
 
[Narrator] And with that, Greggery turned and strode nonchalantly into his dinky little office with the desk and the catalog and the very hip water pipe, and proceeded, with a vigor and determination known only to piglets of a similarly diminutive proportion, to single-handedly invent THE CALENDAR!


[Scene 3 - GREGGERY INVENTS THE CALENDAR]
 
[Narrator] With his eyes rolled heaven-ward, and his little shiny pig-hoofs on the desk, Greggery ponders the question of Eternity (and fractional divisions thereof), as mysterious angelic voices sing to him from a great distance, providing the necessary clues for the construction of this thrilling new Trend:
[Angelic voices] SUNDAY
[Greggery] Sunday? WOW! Sunday, Saturday, Tuesday through Monday, Monday
Sunday, Saturday!
 
[Narrator] And thus the calendar, in all of its colorful disguises, was presented to the bored and miserable people everywhere. Greggery issued a memo on it, whereupon the entire contents of the Steno Pool identified with it strenuously, and worshipped it as a way of life, and took their little pills by it, and went back an’ forth from work by it, and paid their rent by it, and before long, they were even having birthday parties in THE OFFICE by it, because now, at last, Greggery Peccary’s exciting new invention had made it possible for everyone to find out how old they were
[Greggery] What hath God wrought?
[Narrator] Unfortunately, there were some people who simply did not wish to know, and that’s why, on his way home from the office one night, Greggery was attacked by a rage of hunchmen!


[Scene 4 - GREGGERY IS ATTACKED]
 
[Narrator] Making his way through the evening traffic, Greggery notices that the other vehicles which crowd and bump his little red car are all inhabited by slowly-aging VERY HIP YOUNG PEOPLE.
They appear to be casting sinister glances toward him through their glinting acid burn-out eyeballs, trying to run him off the road, or make him bump into something, giving strong evidence of hostile aggression.
To elude them, Greggery takes the Short Forest exit off the expressway. They zoom after him in all manner of cars, trucks, garishly painted buses, and motorcycles.

Greggery takes a bumpy trail off the main Short Forest Road, which leads him up the side of a famous and conveniently placed mountain , and into a strange cave on the edge of a cliff, not far from a little twisted tree with eyes on it.
Meanwhile, the enraged hunchmen (and HUNCHWOMEN) rumble through the Short Forest until, realizing the little swine has escaped, they decide to park their steaming vehicles in a circular pseudo-wagon train formation and have a Love-In.

 The Love-In

Under the influence of a fantastic amount of trendy chemical amusement aid, they proceed to perform Lewd Acts, rip each other off for small personal possessions, and dance with depraved abandon in the vicinity of a six-foot pile of transistor radios (each one tuned to a different station).
 
[Instrumental]


[Scene 5 - THE NEW BROWN CLOUDS]
 
[Greggery] What?
 
[Narrator] The hunchmen finally expire from exhaustion and Greggery, who has viewed the proceedings from a safe distance, breathes a sigh of relief…
[Greggery] Phew!
[Narrator] Only to be terrified once again by a roar of immense laughter…
[Billy the mountain] HO HO HO!
[Narrator] Which seems to be rumbling up from the very depths of the cave in which he has hidden his car!
[Greggery] Good Lord! What was that?
[Narrator] Greggery doesn’t realize he has concealed himself inside the very mouth of…
[Billy the mountain] HO HO HO!

[Narrator] Billy the mountain!
[Billy the mountain] HO HO HO!
[Narrator] And, as you all know, whenever Billy laughs rocks and boulders hack up, and the air for miles around is filled with tons of dust forming a series of huge brown clouds
[Greggery] Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Who is making those new brown clouds? Better ask a philostopher an’ see what he says!
[Narrator] Greggery stops at a gas station and makes a mysterious phone call…
[Greggery] “Is this the old loft with the paint peelin’ off it by the Chinese police where the dogs roll by? Is this where they keep the philostophers now with the rugs an’ the dust, where the books go to die? How many yez got? Say yez got quite a few? Just sittin’ around there with nothin’ to do? Well, I just called yez up ‘cause I wanted t’see A PHILOSTOPHER BE OF ASSISTANCE TO ME!”


[Scene 6 - THE PHILOSTOPHER SPEAKS]
 
[Narrator] Greggery receives information that The Greatest Living Philostopher Known To Mankind is currently in possession of the very information in question, and, furthermore, this information could be his, if only Greggery would attend a special therapeutic group assembly (classes now forming), and available at a special low, low introductory fee. And now… here he is… The Greatest Living Philostopher Known To Mankind, Quentin Robert De Nameland! Take it away!
[Quentin] Folks, as you can see for yourself, the way this clock over here is behaving, time is of affliction!
Now, this might be cause for alarm among a portion of you as, from a certain experience, I tend to proclaim: “The eons are closing!”
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Narrator] Make your checks payable to Quentin Robert De Nameland, Greatest Living Philostopher Known to Mankind!
[Greggery] Who is making those new brown clouds? Who is making those clouds these days? Who is making those new brown clouds? If you ask a philostopher, he’ll see that you pays!
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Davey Moire] L-le-leather

5. Regyptian strut (1993) [Bonus track]


[FZ] Hey. Awright. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Frank Zappa and here comes the “Läther” album.
 
[?] Just what the hell’s going on down there anyway? You… You kids quit monkeying with that machinery! Get the hell outta there!
 
[FZ] Uh… Warner Brothers… does not have the rights to this material, although it was delivered to them. See, this is an eight-sided album. Y’know, they don’t happen very often. I had my nerve, didn’t I?
 
[Instrumental]

6. Leather goods {Jones crusher} [Bonus track]


[FZ] Hoopla! This is Frank Zappa as your bogus temporary disc jockey.
 
[Jim Sherwood] Yeah I… I left home. I used to sleep in one of those old stand-up Baldwins, y’know.
 
[Instrumental]
 
[Terry Bozzio] Terr, ya gotta upset stomach? I give you some Pepto-Bismol.

7. Revenge of the knick knack people [Bonus track]


[Instrumental]

8. Time is money [Bonus track]


[Instrumental]
 
[FZ] Well, there it was, all eight sides of the “Läther” album. This has been Frank Zappa as temporary bogus disc jockey and uh… goodbye!
 
[Patrick O’Hearn] L-le-leather


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