Posts Tagged: Zappa


25
May 13

SHELL SHOCKED! THE HORROR OF HOWARD!

You’ve heard of Zelig–but who is the Zelig of 1960s and post 60s rocknroll? You’ve heard of the “Wrecking Crew” band but who is the Wrecking Crew of background singing? The SECRET IS NOW REVEALED! Read the CHILLING TRUTH in this SCANDALOUS MEMOIR by legendary rock singer Howard Kaylan in which we learn that he and Mark Volman were the vocal “wrecking crew” that added that mysterious something extra needed to many famous hit songs by people OTHER than the Turtles like MARC BOLAN and, yes, even The Psychedelic furs and…you wouldn’t believe how many. Nor would you believe how many names Howard can drop in one paragraph. And what of Howard’s shameful secrets? His participation in…CARE BEARS?! Oh yes, his legendary exploits with SUBSTANCES, his sampling of VIRTUALLY EVERY GROUPIE IN NORTH AMERICA AND EUROPE…and his salacious, substance mad relations with many others who didn’t KNOW they were groupies until…too late! The terrifying story of the one who crossed her legs unless he …did what? You’ll read it all here…Your hands will shake by the end of the book. Did Howard really snort lines off Lincoln’s desk in the White House? Did he nearly get shot because some idiots thought a piece of band equipment was a bomb? Did he actually puke hugely all over…*him*…?!

Did he actually do THOSE OTHER THINGS with Frank Zappa?! The nightmarish truth is revealed…but only if you can bear it…in SHELL SHOCKED: MY LIFE WITH THE TURTLES, FLO AND EDDIE AND FRANK ZAPPA Etc…

Let me make it clear: THIS IS A GOOD BOOK AND ROCK FANS WILL LOVE IT:

http://www.amazon.com/Shell-Shocked-Turtles-Eddie-Frank/dp/1617808466/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369513729&sr=1-1&keywords=shell+shocked+howard+kaylan


16
Mar 12

Ich Bin Der Chrome Dinette

Sometimes on Frank Zappa album covers you see images of furniture floating in space; Cal Shenkel and/or Frank (who might’ve suggested it), probably didn’t mean it so much literally as a way of thinking of human artifacts abstractly, absurdly; but I often find myself picturing the debris from a destroyed Earth, far in the future, floating like a little asteroid belt in our orbit around the sun, with vast stretches of artifacts, furniture, trash, objets d’art (the Mona Lisa), kitsch objects, guns, dildos, PCs, wristwatches, product packages, plastic sacks, cars, and so on…

And I imagine aliens or humans who’d moved on to other planets coming by in spacecraft and collecting the stuff including books, a seared, illegible John Shirley book, a Dr Seuss book, a copy of Mein Kampf, a self published novel about cats by an old lady in Kansas…