Saturday, December 31, 2016

Question: Did you have a nice Christmas?

Answer:  FALSE!

There was no so-called Christmas this year.  Moreover, there will never be another Christmas again.  From now on, December 25th is now and forever known as  The Day George Michael Died Day.

Send your plastic trees and wreaths to the plastic smelting plant.  

Take those stockings off the mantle, put a bar of soap in them and use them for self defence.

Give the roasted chestnuts to what little wildlife remains in your strip-mall blighted community.

Nothing is good and everything is bad.  

Don't believe me?  Let's do the math:

This man is dead

meanwhile, this psychopath lying scumbag, this slippery puddle of squirting pig shit, and this fucker, the undisputed king of the fucking assholes still drink child blood freely from Chinese slave-made stemware on this flat, 6000 year old earth.

Questions?  Comments?

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2017!  Who loves ya baby? 


And by "you" the JOOKLO-ZAPPA GEORGE MICHAEL MEMORIAL FREEDOM MACHINE means select locations in Europe and Scandinavia.  It does *not* mean the UK or the so-called                       --as those pricks are too skint to even cover our coffee drinking budget.  Jolly good job, you tossers!  Now I know what the moustached-one meant when he said the ocean "is a body of water to isolate England"

And of course, now that George Michael is dead, what's the point of going to the England at all?  For the food?

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Soprano saxophones.  Mine is just about useless...bent and beaten from the last tour.  Poor little thing...that gentile Antigua Wind never had a chance against the fierce Western Canadian and US Pacific North West gusts of fantastic hospitality.

Say, anyone out there in Soprano saxophone land interested in having one of their lower end student model horns (that works) trotted all over Europe and Scandinavia?  

Believe me, these aren't careless whispers I'm making over here.  As you can see the  JOOKLO-ZAPPA GEORGE MICHAEL MEMORIAL FREEDOM MACHINE loves to blog, and this 24% of the  JOOKLO-ZAPPA GEORGE MICHAEL MEMORIAL FREEDOM MACHINE promises to get his picture taken with your working lower end student horn at Kierkegaard's house and outside the better bakeries and bike shops along the way.  My God--just think of the exposure!!! 
Everyone loves to work just for the exposure, right?

If you are a saxophone capitalist and are interested in being my Father Figure by lending me a working horn that can play notes above C#, feel free to drop me a line on this very blog (where the working horn you lent me will be "exposed.")

In the mean time, believe on this...

See you in May unless you are in England, in which case we will not see you, ever.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Kierkegaard, Rance Allen, The Jooklo Zappa Friendship Machine and YOU--Perfect Together!

In the end it's all a question of ear.  The rules of grammar end with ear--the edicts of the law end with ear--the figured bass ends with ear--the philosophical system ends with ear--which is why the next life is also represented as pure music, as a great harmony--if only my life's dissonance may soon be resolved into that.

--Soren Kierkegaard Papers and Journals: A Selection.


Don't you love it when really smart people write about music?  (Ha!  if you did you wouldn't be reading this blog!)  

And don't you love it when those really smart people drop some science over 100 years ago that's still fresh, germane, applicable?

And don't you really really love it when anyone drops some science that generates more questions than answers?

For example, who's ear are we speaking of?  Do the ears of Kierkegaard's Copenhagen hear the same way as the ears of RUN-DMC's Hollis Queens?


Next Life / Pure Music / Great Harmony!(tm)

You know what I think is a great harmony?  Two pianos, tuned 1/6 of a half tone apart, every key depressed with a 88 key long piece of wood, again and again.  Preferably rapidly, by a machine.  That is a great harmony.  Please!  No one gives a shit about 7th chords and your thoughtful placement there-of any more. 

And how about that Pure Music?  Like Walter White's Pure Meth?  Something only achieved by expensive technical infrastructure and wicked good science chops?

Or is pure in this instance the antonym to fake?

Gotta love that "fake."  You know, when it comes to the intangible--like music (because that is all I care about)--it's never what alone but who in conjunction with their surplus of what that gets the final word with regards to determining what is FAKE--(even if , many years later, it is revealed to have been the REAL all along, and the so called real (like the so called moon landing) was fake fakery from even before the get go.  Pre-meditated fakery!  GROWTH INDUSTRY!

Maybe that's why this 25% of the Jooklo-Zappa trio loves music--it IS all FAKE!  You know what else?  The FAKER your music and the FAKER you are about doing so, the more your audience will love you!  Unless your audience is Soren Kierkegaard:

In our time book-scribbling is so wretched and people write about things they have never really given thought to, let alone experienced.  So I've decided to read only the writings of those who were executed or faced danger in some way.

Soren Kierkegaard, ibid.


What are the dangers faced by improvising musicians of the now?  Does the "danger" have to be a constant, a singular event?  A singular event that happened twice?  The menace of an event to happen?  See, this is what I mean about writings [and music] that generates more questions than it answers.


"So like, are you going to Europe or what?"

asked a well known record industry mogul, not that he cares or anything.

"I Copenhagen in Europe?  Virgi!  Are we going to Europe?  Is Copenhagen in Europe?"

I don't know about you, but I want to jump up and down on the beds at Kierkegaard's rather swank digs!

Virgi!!!  Can we, the Jooklo-Zappa Blossoming Flower of Untempered Happiness do our thing next to the bicycles?

Um, hellooooo, BEST VIDEO EVER!!!

How's that for an answer?

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Remember to keep the Rance Allen in Christmas!

This particular Jooklo-Zappa would like to take a moment to remind you that Christmas, as well as the other 364 days of the year, are all about Rance Allen

Thanks to the miracle and thoughtful kindness of my best friend Youtube, together we can enjoy the majesty and genius of the one and only Rance Allen as manifested in the above playlist, compiled by a well written and very groovy algorithm.

Thank you algorithm!

This season, and all other seasons, raise your hands in the air like antennas to God and bask in the glorious warmth and musical genius of soul-gospel virtuoso Rance Allen!

REJOICE!!! This message is approved by 25% of the Jooklo-Zappa Friendship Spaceship of Many Colours

Sunday, December 11, 2016

Live with the Jooklo-Zappa Pan Tonal Friendship Blossom...Again!

Live at the Village Vanguard again!

Hands up, who likes again! better than the first time?

Hands up, who likes the record cover of again! better than the first one?

I know, I know, this superlative excellence, that superlative the words of Hillary Clinton and Morrissey "What difference does it make?"

Very little, I suppose...though it is a different line up, a different time, a different gestalt, a different relationship to harmony and different conception as to that which can be used by the soloist against these harmonies.

So, yeah, it probably makes little to no difference.

Because really, does anything ever make any difference?

Has the Village Vanguard fixed the awning yet?

What difference would that make?


With the sun shining less and less upon my part of our flat earth, at Gill Scott Heron's urging, I am turning to John Coltrane, rather than lady day.  

That makes a BIG difference, thanks for asking.

What difference does turning to John Coltrane again and again and again make?

The key is "again and again and again"

Each evening, after David would cook a lovely meal and do the dishes while Ms. Genta and I gave each other manicures, we would sit together on the couch, snuggle with Mr. Poo Poo the pit bull, and have Book Talk or Discussioni progetto.

After a randy discussion of the Analects of Confucius, talk turned to Bruce Lee and his totally excellent book the Tao of Jeet Kune Do.

Here's a question: Would it be fair to call Bruce Lee the John Coltrane of the Martial Arts?

Here's another question: Is anything ever fair?

Those of you who have read the Tao of Jeet Kune Do know that it is really a book about improvisation.

Those of you who follow Bruce Lee on your Pinterest page have probably read the Bruce Lee quote about not fearing a man who has done 10,000 exercises once, but fearing the man (or woman) who has done one exercise 10,000 times.

Isn't that right Morio Higaonna?

On the advice of Ernie Watts, from a lecture/demonstration given at the Berklee College of Music (of all places), this little Jooklo-Zappa, in preparation for the Euro / Scando Freakabastia 2017, has been practising on and over the horn's "break"--that awkward part were the horn changes from one octave to another (think puberty)--i.e. moving smoothly from C to C# to D for all you saxophone players out there.

Hopefully when the time comes, this little Jooklo Zappa will be able to smash his horn-fist into the wall of western mono-tonality and musical cowardice in general, again and again, until a visible stain thereupon is made.

Until then!

Sunday, December 4, 2016

David, In Today's Correspondence, Reminded Me To Underscore The Centrality of John Coltrane

Recorded on 11 / 11/ 66.  Is that awesome or what?  That's just about 1 month and 50 years ago!

50 years prior to 1966 was...1916.  How pressing was the music of 1916 on the collective improvising musical consciousness in 1916?  Did they even have music in 1916?

They certainly did have not have music like that of John Coltrane, nor that of Rashid Ali.

David`s love of John Coltrane was something that we bonded over almost immediately.  Which John Coltrane CD to play in the car next?

And of course, David (like myself) is also a huge fan of Albert Ayler--we`re going to get to him in a later episode of Jooklo Zappa European Freakabastia Spring 2017.

Isn`t it amazing how well this music kept?  And isn`t it amazing that it has taken 50 years before "we" got our minds and ears around this sound?  When it first came out, more people than less would have told you that what Coltrane was doing on 11 / 11 / 66 was not music.  Well, there sure have been a lot of people trying to play this exact not-music, for the last 50 years.

Maybe it isn`t music--secular music anyway.  Maybe it`s gospel music?  Those hymns, once established, sure have stood the test of time.  Could it be that John Coltrane was the great hymn writer of the modern day?  Will any group surpass what you hear in the above video?   Does anyone need to surpass what you hear in the above video?   Out Coltrane Coltrane as it were?  Lord knows there`s no end of people trying.

And maybe that`s not such a bad thing?

Is it better or worse than Elvis impersonators?

Do Elvis impersonators--the really good one--have the same impact upon listeners as the real Elvis did, way back when?  This young whipper snapper sure seems to have an effect on Ellen!

Here`s hoping the Jooklo-Zappa Offshoots of Delusion give you the same joy in your European and Scandinavian town, in 2017 (provided there is a 2017)

Friday, December 2, 2016

David, the ever vigilant correspondent, sent us a fantastic link to "TV Gospel Time"! Thank you David

Perhaps you haven't heard, but David Vanzan has 4 PhD's:  Funky, Party, Good Vibes and Gospel Music.

In David's most recent correspondence (he writes me so often!) he included the above video.  In so doing, he (and my best friend youtube) alerted me (and now us) to TV Gospel Time.

David has promised that we are going to listen to lots and lots of gospel music when the Jooklo-Zappa Tractor-Trailor of Rainbows hits the great joyous highways of Europe and Scandinavia!  Not like the Jooklo-Zappa Tearful Believers listen to much in the way of secular music anyhow...

Before I leave you to TV Gospel Time (a big thanks again to David for sharing this with us!) can instrumental be anything other than secular?  Can instrumental music be "gospel" or, more to the point "holy" and in the service and exultation of "the Lord"?  If so, how?  

Please write answer in English in the comments section. 

Monday, November 28, 2016

Hello again Europe (and Scandinavia!)

Hi again Europe and also Scandinavia!

While it is true that David has four PhD's (Good Vibes, Funky, Party and Gospel) it is also true that David has more MA's than I can count.

One of David's MA's is in Animal Behaviour.  While it is true the above gesture (paradoxically) means "hire me" as well as "I quit", David (were he here and at all interested in participating in this aspect of the upcoming tour's promotion) would be quick to explain that in the animal (especially the Pit Bull) kingdom, the above is known as the "play bow".  It is both an announcement of and physical preparation for impending Fun!

So what does that have to do with the Jooklo-Zappa Fluffy Cat Freakabastia tour of Europe and Scandinavia in 2017?

I'll explain

Imagine if you will your ear-drums are a trampoline

Imagine now, the Jooklo-Zappa Love-Star Liner Express is a Rotweiler.

Are you beginning to understand the kind of fun, and by fun I mean musical  pantonal, panrhythmic freakabastia the Jooklo-Zappa (insert name here) is going to drop on your European / Scandinavian trampoline eardrums when we come to your town?

If not, keep watching the video!*

* (Though now memorized by all members of the ensemble, the above video is one of the "visual scores" assiduously rehearsed and expertly mastered perfectly for performance) 

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Hello Europe!


Greetings from Canada! 

It seems like only yesterday the Jooklo Zappa Daughters of Heavenly Glory were scooting from one delightfully hospitable Canadian locale to another, sharing our feelings in the form of David's four PhD's: good vibes, funky, party and gospel appreciation.

Since then, feelings have been felt, America has a new first lady, and feelings are being felt anew.

Q:  What would happen if Europe was covered in rainbow coloured maple syrup hockey stick puck butter coloured Buick muscle car lots of little notes and high pitched drums?

A:  Throw away your black turtle neck sweaters! We will have brightly coloured shirts and posters for sale at the shows!

Monday, August 1, 2016

Everything That Is Good (Good) comes To An End (Bad.)

Yes, yes, all you professional types with your "jobs" and "schedules" and "lives to lead" and what ever other problem you have, causing you wonder why the delay in finishing this blog already--take your professional person problems, prosper from them, enjoy your life with the surplus capital generated from them and all the accelerated, accentuated rights said surplus capital confers upon the holder, but be not confused! You can't goose me along any quicker!

Look, I want to finish this blog about as much as I wanted the tour to end, which was not at all.

A graduate from the prestegious Princeton Divninity school once said to me that it is through "this music" and through "this music" only that he could enjoy a "present moment."  I for one don't know what "present moment" means but I do know I feel a lot better when I am making end-of-the-world sounds with so-called Ms. Virginia Genta and Mr. David Vanzan.  That said, turning cans of cat food so they all face the same direction is a close second.

But alas, there is a new writing project on the horizion, and since multi-tasking is boolshit, it really is time to cinch this one shut and, along with a heavy rock, throw it into Lake Okanagan, with the rest of the incinerated capitalism excrement.


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 The fun began at the Alice Coltrane Memorial Coliseum.

What can I (or you) say?  A slice of ol' Portland, still throbbing right there in North Portland, amidst towers and temples dedicated to food excellence and the profit margin to be enjoyed therein.

There we grooved mightily to the sounds of Fiasco.

Groovy, right?  Sadly no video was taken by I.  Happily, there's plenty here taken by more responsible videographers than I.

That evening the Jooklo Zappa Fruti Tutti Torta was accompanied by the one and only Arrington de Dionyso!  Check it!

The next day, was a super secret (and again, poorly documented) recording session with the gang from Smegma!

Fortunately, the most important facet of the whole music / touring experience was
documented.  Just a little something Jackie whipped up for the gang, no big deal....

Speaking of the gang, how about those hydrangeas?

I am given to understand that the above gang did in fact commit an amount of music to some sort of recording medium.  I got one of the files; when put into Audacity (tm) the audio topography looked a lot like the geography of Saskatchewan.  But I'm no audio engineer.  Enquire of your local Smegma and/or Jooklo for more information.  A wonderful session to be sure.  I MEAN, LOOK AT THAT PHOTO?  WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE?

Was it the next day we went for a walk in the park?

There again, total peace under G-d's green canopy.  Selah!

For a moment there, things got squiggly with the travel plans.  Was the Jooklo's SF ride going to show?

Of course the Jooklo's ride was going to show.  What is this, amateur hour?

The more legitimate question is if Mr. Pulitzer Prize over here was going to document the show himself, for this blog he was writing.  Naturally, the answer is no.  That is not to say the show did not get documented.  It did, on a very nice camera, that shoots at 1gig of memory per second, or something like that.  Apparently there are a few terabytes (TB) worth of footage (about a minute and a half) on a hard-drive somewhere between Portland, USA and Kigali, Rwanda (really!)  Please stand by.

And with that, upon the death of the evening's sparse though spirited applause at the lovely Turn! Turn! Turn!, so also died a mindset and mission.  So also died a glorious voyage of music making; a time of question asking, and occasionally not question asking, but getting answers anyway.

As we walked away from the smouldering, groaning heap that was the Jooklo-Zappa tour of the left part of North America, hope was born that the Jooklos could return to Portland for a more extended stay.  Perhaps some time between November and February, when Portland is at it's most hospitable and it's people are at their best.

There was talk of the Jooklos leading an (the?) Orchestra di Freakabastia right there in the city of roses.  A short audition, a small fee, a week of rehearsals, make some merch, rent a space, spray some sound at people, hang with the Jooklos, drink Miller Light from cans (David's favourite beer) after the show, enjoy memories for a life time.

So all you super pro-active freaks of Portlandia and beyond, CLAP CLAP--make it so!  All you microphone and analog reel to reel dorks--dust of your gear, we have a box set of LP's to make.  Because if there's one thing I learned from the Jooklos (well, mostly Virginia) is if you can dream it, you (or someone else) can do it!

T H E   E N D.

(ps, blog disappearing in T minus 10, 9, 8,....)

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Seattle (Stop Shouting)

Yes, yes...I know...the Jooklos are already back in Mother Europe and I still haven't finished the story.  You can stop shouting any time.

SEATTLE!  Always beautiful, always confusing--that highway in the middle of everything is a bit intimidating.  At least I was able to find I-5 on the way to Portland.

The plants were wonderful

One afternoon, we went to go visit the one and only Bruce Bickford!

Right now Mr. Bickford is working on a project involving building up layers of glue with a needle.  These cardboard sheets with the raised glue faces are photographed with the light hitting it at varying angles.  Can you possibly begin to dig it?

There were boxes of artefacts and materials from a certain concert film for which Mr. Bickford might be best known.

I was also treated to a quick dialectic (in a not-mean-if-true kind of way) of what it is like working with the Zappa Family Trust. 

If you were to guess, would you guess working with the Zappa machine was an uplifting, rewarding experience in Capitalism?  Would you guess the Zappa Family Trust is, at present, a decent, caring, co-operative partner in the creative process?

Eventually, appetites were regained.  Our hosts worked at a co-op!

Virginia cooked up the usual magic.  Risotto a la co-op!

The first performance was at the 1412 Gallery.  They have been making it happen for quite a while now, G-d bless their souls!  Verily, do check the scene!  Greg Kelley, Virginia Genta and Wilson Shook, cold chillin right out front!

The second performance was at the Blue Moon Tavern with Hound Dog Taylor's Hand and Kate Olson.

We sold a few posters

The one and only Arrington de Dionyso was in attendance.  He and the Jooklo's go waaaay back.  Small world!

Next stop, Portland!

Friday, July 8, 2016

Happy Birthday David Vanzan!

David Vanzan:

a.  Drummer
b.  Today's Birthday Boy
c.  Living Testimony
d.  American Gospel Fanatic
e.  All of the above

If you picked "e" you are right!

If you picked "c" you are extra right!

Living Testimony is the song David would sing each morning when making coffee for everyone before they awoke, (after finishing up any dishes from the night before.)

Did you know David has five PhD's?  His PhD's are in: (1) Funky, (2) Good Vibes, (3) Party, (4) Abstract Electronica, and, most importantly (5) the History of Gospel Music in the United States.

As a gospel fan, it was his 5th PhD that interested me the most.  As part of his incessant Post Doctoral oral defence of Gospel Music in the United States, David (again and again) acquainted us with a his favourite Gospel greats.  Here are just a scant few of the many, many Gospel songs David inundated us with through out the tour:

A very happy a joyous birthday to Italy's greatest gospel fan, DAVID VANZAN!  If and when you see him, make sure you buy him a can of his favourite American beer!

Now back to our regularly schedule programming.....

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Outsourced Documentation Continued

For your enjoyment, a longer video from the Alice Coltrane Memorial Coliseum, featuring the one and only Arrington de Dionyso!

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Outsourced Documentation!

Someone who is not me once said "Once there is total surveillance, then history will begin."  Because we were a little too sftanza to properly document ourselves, we rely on the interest of others.

Here's a fun gem from our friend Owl Waltzing.

There is also some youtube action. 

This one is from Edmonton

From Seattle (part one)

Seattle (part two)

And at the Alice Coltrane Memorial Colliseum in Portland (part one)

and part two

Just a small sample of the fun!

Vancouver was great (duh!)

It is simply cruel to take anyone, let alone the Jooklos to Vancouver for just one day.  Obviously the did-not-do's outnumbered the do's by a long measure.  We didn't even get to Value Village on Hastings.  What kind of crap is that?  Worst driver ever.

What down time we had in Vancouver was filled with good vibes!

Cassette Merchant opened the show at Merge.  Witness the scene!

Merge is a great (and by great I mean comfortable) place to see a show, listen to a show or ignore a show while drawing in your journal.

Sadly, he who recorded the show just wrote to say that in fact he did not record the show.  Since I imagine everyone who was at the show is reading this blog, hanging on my every word, I ask you--did you record the Jooklo-Zappa show at Merge?  Any zeros and ones you could send would be greatly appreciated. 

Thanking you in advance.

After the show, it was only a few hours of awake time before we were speeding towards Seattle.  Vancouver, we hardly knew ye!

Let's begin at the end

On the final night of the tour, after I left the Jooklo Duo at their host's house (in deep South West, a mere 50 minutes from where I was staying in deep North East) I got comfy on the inflatable mattress, got out the camera and readied myself for an enjoyable look back at the 1500 or so pictures and movies taken in phase 2 of the Jooklo-Zappa tour.

I pressed the little arrow button and what did I see?  NO PICTURE and a little empty box, underscoring the point.

Immediately a most familiar wave of nausea overtook me--a nausea so strong that no amount of herbal remedy was able to cure it.


As you can imagine, this begat a philosophical journey not only into the land of "why" but into the land of "what for."

Was the past 3 weeks of music in the service of music or was it in the service of photo opportunities?  Is the past over?  If so, what good are photos?  Will anyone give one  scintilla of a micro fuck now that the Jooklos are back to a civilized European existence entirely free of North American boolshit?  Can I call upon the open source reporters of the last week to send their zeros and ones my way so I can pretend the past is still happening?

I know the Jooklos' own private, personal computer is in a state of disrepair and trapped inside are millions of bytes worth of their art and music...the Jooklo digital curse?

The next morning, my kind and knowledgeable hosts were able to sort through the SD card and access the photos and videos.  All 32 gigabytes worth.

While that nausea tangent was muted, the larger, over arching nausea was not.  The past is over.  The Jooklos are gone, back to an entirely boolshit free European utopia where everyone carries themselves like ladies and gentlemen, and not like savages.  The party is over.  The butler forgot to do the dishes.  He/she also forgot to water the plants in the green house.  Easy come, easy go?  Small wheel turn by the fire and rod, big wheel turn by the grace of God?  Just because I had a great time with the Jooklos doesn't mean the trenchant, unyielding boolshit disappeared.  In fact, it may have only been multiplying in power and force while I was away.

32 gigabytess is a lot to work through, and when your mind is working at 1980's Apple II+ speeds, parsing all the music and memories of a typical Jooklo visit, let alone a 3 week Western North American Odyssey takes time.

So sit back, relax and stay tuned for more nostalgia! 

First, to satisfy the demands of Relative Pitch record's KEVIN REILLY of New Jersey

Nixon, aka "Mr. Poo Poo" aka "Mr. Ploppers" (or in the words of Kevin Reilly "the dog") once again has ample reason to be sad.  We are leaving him yet again.  Capitalism hurts families.  Art hurts families.  Music hurts families.  Consumption hurts families.  Creation hurts families.  Improvisation hurts families.  Playing music hurts families.  Performing at Merge in Vancouver hurts families.  Playing music where ever the fuck it is we're playing in Seattle hurts families.  Performing at this place and that in Portland hurts families.  Returning home to British Columbia (since renamed Italian Columbia) and resuming whatever idiotic, demeaning, life wasting, soul staining employment that maybe, hopefully, lays in wait, hurts families.

And so on and so on and so.

So called music fan and New Jersey resident Kevin Reilly of Relative Pitch records, who is too goddamn lazy to get in his car, drive 50 hours to the other side of the continent, then across an international border to see his so called friends Virginia Genta (if that's her real name) and David Vanzan who came all the way from Italy recently wrote to make light of our very sad and serious business and the heart breaking effects it has on the family.

"Take a picture of the dog with David's hat on" demanded Kevin Reilly of Relative Pitch Records.  What Kevin wants, Kevin gets, no matter how much it hurts the feelings of others.

Despite his callous cruelty and mockery of our very real pain, what Kevin wants, Kevin gets--especially from Nixon, aka "Mr. Poo Poo" aka "Mr. Ploppers", the most vulnerable of our group, the most saddened by Capitalisms' gales of creative destruction (of the family).

So, Kevin, enjoy these pictures while you chomp on your cigars and drink your fine New Jersey champaign in the penthouse offices of Relative Pitch records.  I'll be here mopping Nixon's (aka 'Mr. Poo Poo's', aka 'Mr. Plopper's') invisible yet real tears.

Monday, June 27, 2016

Throw your debit cards on to the fire! Bring CASH!

As you can see from the new header, another round of posters have been made.  Another?  Yes, another...because the last set of posters (tee-shirts as well) are sold out.  Gone.

"If you think you are smart enough, just bring your fucking cash" says David.

"because maybe next time it's not going to happen"

To which I add, if there is such a thing as a "next time".

And so, a brief teaser of some of the posters available.  They are, on average, 2' x 3'.

That's 0.6096m x .9144m for all you metric types.

Yes, yes, that's too big for your puny apartment.  boo hoo.  NOT OUR PROBLEM!

Just bring the damn cash already so that our beloved Virginia and David can enjoy some delicious West Coast sea food in a dignified setting!


Ah're 4 years old now!  Smoking cigarrettes, cursing at the dinner table, cursing while smoking at the dinner table...the full meal deal!

The drive from Edmonton to Prince George took us through Jasper.  Unfortunately the weather was boolshit though we did get a few choice glimpses of the Rockies and did enjoy a moment by a glacial stream whereupon feet were soaked in near freezing water, flowers were picked and feelings felt--just like the peoples do in New Jersey (looking at you, Kevin Reilly of Relative Pitch Records)

As we approached Prince George, a bear was witnessed! Living and...

...dead and stuffed!

 Musicially Casse-tete continued in its pre-established trajectory of, in the words of David Vanzan "one foot in the wet and one foot in the dry."  Musical methodologies with roots in both the white and black avant-garde were represented.

The Stanley Zappa Quartet enjoyed yet another instrumentation, consistent with the initial mission of exploring the possibilities of self-organization within music.

The Jooklo Zappa Rainbow was able to employ a grand piano, thanks to PS Piano services.  Ms. Genta played it tremendously, to great effect and enthusiastic reception by all.

(it should go without saying that Ms. Genta's sopranino work was devastating, set against the consistently thoughtful, dynamic percussion of Mr. Vanzan.)

The ride home featured a delightful Canadian cloud show...

 delicious hunger triage by the unstoppable culinary genius of Ms. Genta...

wild flowers ...

staggering vistas...

and a final photo before we raced home...

to a yet another delicious home made meal by Ms. Genta...

and an instant photo in the in-box from the gang in Calgary, featuring our favourite DJ Helen Young who does our favourite radio show -- THE FUTURE LANGUAGE-- on CJSW!

At present, we are recharging, making posters, listening to Jack McDuff and debating if we should go for a swim in the lake or in the river.

Tomorrow we wend our way to Vancouver.  On the agenda is sharing some pacific salmon and halibut for our treasured guests. Any suggestions kind hosts and friends of the greater Vancouver area?

Stay tuned.