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Frank Zappa and Tater used to hang out in the holler when Frank wanted to get away from it all. Frank was a pretty funny feller, and he he could play just about any instrument you put in front of him, except the fiddle. Couldn't get the hang of it. But when he played banjo with the Kern's Holler Boys, tell you what, folks stopped to take a listen, on account of he had a real peculiar way of pickin that thing. Good on the washboard and the washtub bass too. Frank had real bad breath, though, and after he played that jug, didn't no one want to pick that thing up for a hour or so. Tater's pretty sure it was on account of all the coffee he drank and cigarettes he smoked. You know, Zappa almost burned the church down there when he left his cigarette on the organ and it fell into the waste basket. Good thing Marshall McLuhan was there to put it out. Marshall was OK, but he insisted don't nobody call him Marsh, which was real natural for Tater. Don't like anyone whose name sounds like law enforcement. Yeah, Marsh was a kind of a tight ass, but that boy could drink, yessir. One time him and Tater was discussin James Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man on one of them New York intellectual talk shows, musta been the old New York Tonight, or somethin like that. In them days they broadcast that from up in Humbert, to save on costs. Well, it seems that Marty (that's what Frank used to call Marsh) had replaced the tea with brandy, and it looked like he was bangin down the tea, but it was brandy, and Tater didn't know it cause he don't drink no tea. Wouldn't you know it, pretty soon Marty starts doin a striptease, winkin at the camera and makin kissy faces, and James Joyce, he was dead at the time, come back as a makeup gal, and she was so gul durned mad at Martha (that's what Joyce called McLuhan) that she strangled him to death with his own makeup bib on the break. Well, Tater weren't gonna let this ruin the show, so he called up Lenny Bruce there in LA and got him on a phone line to start riffin on Joyce, as sort of a distraction. A lot of folks don't know it, but Lenny Bruce was one of the world's foremost scholars on Joyce, and a damned fine analytical chemist too. Third degree Buddhist too. That boy could wrap his argument around your head and you wouldn't know you was enlightened or gonna throw up. Had them a studio gopher name of Bobby Dean Dobson. You wouldn't think Tater would remember his name, but that boy was so full of hisself, every time you told him to go get you this or that, he'd remind you of his full gul durned name. Bobby Dean Dobson, Bobby Dean Dobson... tell you what, Tater got sick of that. But they kept him around cause he worked for free. Well, not quite... he actually paid to sweep up and fetch you coffee or cigarettes. Paid in butt sex with Norman Mailer, who was the station manager at the time. It weren't out of the ordinary for celebrities and scientists and such to come down to the holler for a rest. Bein tops in your field can be a strain, and sometimes the papa-rotsy just won't leave you alone. Now, you might know that Sharon Stone is more than just a prettyy actress -- she's also real smart, got a great big ol IQ, so when Steven Hawking come to the holler for a week of rest, he invites her down there for a little get together. They all know about the round table we got over to the Chick'n Fry, and everyone wants to get in that booth and get in on the conversation. Now this was before Hawking had his accident, put him in that wheelchair. Hardly anyone knows this, but he don't have Costello's disease, or whatever they call it. He's in that chair from tryin to drive while gettin, uh, let's see, gettin sexy. Him and that Sharon Stone had been drinkin over to the Capital Bar, and they was, oh shoot, Tater's gettin ahead of hisself. Back to the main story. Anyhow, Hawking and Stone and Tater and Norman Mailer and Roy Cooter was at the round table and we was talkin about physics and such, and the subject of music come up. Well, sir, Tater's arguin that tonal music gonna make a comeback, and that 12 tone serialism was a dead end that set music back 50 years or so, and Norman Mailer was sayin tonal music was already back, and that we had Jerry Garcia to thank for it. Now, Tater he likes Garcia, but not as a musician. He's a decent feller, but he always holds back, so the music don't flow out of him like it does from, say, any of them Stanley Brothers. And when Hawking agreed with Mailer, you coulda knoked ol Tater over with a feather. Now, you know Norman Mailer. He don't back down on his argument, no matter the evidence. But Tater don't neither and he can get real passionate when he's got a point and some facts, so he's layin in to Mailer and Hawking, pullin out all kinds of esoteric facts from historical music theory, and the physics of sound and psycoacoustics, and Mailer is sputterin, and you can see Hawking comin over to Tater's side, and Roy Cooter is just leanin back in the booth chuckling, and then Tater feels someone's a rubbin on his leg, and he looks over at Sharon Stone, and she's got this sly grin on her face and she kinda lowers her eyes when Tater looks at her, but not all the way... and Tater figures she's warmin up to him, and now he's thinkin of how to get out of there and get alone with Stone, when Mailer, who's losin real bad, grabs the relish disk and throws it at ol Tater's head, but it misses and hits Hawking right square in the temple, and he's moanin and bleedin and Mailer's screamin and Roy's laughin like he's at the circus, and Sharon Stone she stops rubbin Tater's leg and starts ministerin to Hawking, who's hurt worse than Tater'd'a thought, cause he started talkin in that computer voice he uses now. Well, Tater don't take it kindly when someone gets violent over to the round table, so he and Roy grab Mailer and take him out back and hog tie him and toss him in the trash bin. When we come back in, Sharon Stone and Steven Hawking ain't there, and Gulley says they left in Stone's car. That's the very same car got in that wreck paralyzed Hawking later that evening, but that's all the time Tater has for now. He'll get back and tell the rest of that story after he gets some shovelin done.
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