Summer of Zappa IV

I have no witty preamble, wrestling as I am with blueberry belly and iced cocktail brain. Wrung out with oppressive heat and all the hot air emanating from unnamed cities. And relatives.

Just do this —

then this —

As it is on the disc, so shall it be on this trivial post.

Last, listen to this. They’re all really short, promise.

Don’t make me defend my choices. I can’t. If I did this an hour ago, it would have been a completely different cocktail (Cosmic Debris? Drowning Witch?). An hour from now, you may see Outside Now or The Torture Never Stops. It’s all whim and it’s all mine.

Enjoy, all five of you. I’m looking at a hammock and an iced coffee.

Happy Zappa summer.