Dweezil Zappa World

"Pete Griffin will be guesting with the Keneally Band"
I don't know how rehearsed Pete Griffin is in Mike Keneally's repertoire but I am sure it can be an interesting artistic adventure. When it comes to Mike Keneally's musical adventures he has had a history with many fine bass players. One of which is Doug Lunn. While Bryan Beller is doing his own things in the near future I would be far more interested in seeing what Mike Keneally could create musically with Doug Lunn & Pete Griffin than the mere fact of Pete Griffin being a guest. This rumor mill is news to me. I can only hope it will be a bit more adventurous than Pete Griffin quickly learning old Mike Keneally compositions when there is  are very talented bass player by the name of Doug Lunn which Mike has had a long history of working with. This talk of two bass players that I address. I saw Patrick O'Hearn & Arthur Barrow play in FZs band at the Palladium in the 1978 Halloween engagement. I am eager to hear something in that general sonic landscape again. I have hoped for Dweezil to have such guest scenarios fro a series of shows where he could have two bass players in DZPZ.    
 

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The Sermon on the Stump

As some of you may remember, I had a bad experience with pineal gland extract last weekend, resulting in hospitalization and massive injections of thorazine. I'm still not 100%, but I'm getting there. To those few of you who prayed for me, thanks a bunch!

When I was but a pimply-faced lad in college studying linguistics, kundalini yoga and public sanitation, I came upon a book entitled Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda, wherein he speaks of opening up his crown and brow chakras, closing his eyes and being able to see all around him for miles and miles and kilometers even with perfect clarity. I wanted this for myself. I worked hard to reach this state of enlightenment with breathing exercises and a hundred different yoga asanas.

Nothing happened.

I lost patience and sent out an acolyte to score me some pineal extract. He came back with what he claimed was pure Sicilian, top of the line stuff. He injected it into my jugular. I took a trip like you wouldn't believe. I astral projected to Philadelphia and spent hours looking for Elaine, to no avail. I blasted off into the night sky and spent a few hours with a tribe of homo erecti on a planet with two orange stars in the sky; we feasted on fresh-killed onager. I went to H**l and sipped Lady Grey tea with Saddam Hussein and Samuel Clemens; Saddam complained that the only virgins in H**l were Catholic nuns and half of them were liars; Sam grooved to the tunes of the Black-Eyed Peas on his iPod Nano and told me to "F**k off!" So I f****d off and spent a few hours on the Serengeti with a pack of jackals; we feasted on zebra entrails. I traveled back in time to that Eureka moment when the apple fell on Sir Isaac Newton's head; would you believe he was sitting under that tree spanking his monkey? Believe it. It was a d**n big monkey, too. And then I shot off to the future, arriving in the Seattle of 2067; the people spoke Spanish and the flag of China flew everywhere. WTF?!?!

I woke up in a padded cell. A nurse fed me soup and emptied my bedpan. Two detectives from the Oregon State Police grilled me about Mr. Big. I had no idea who Mr. Big was, of course. I learned that my acolyte had stolen a Cadillac and fled to parts unknown. I learned that my so-called pure Sicilian pineal gland extract was heavily adulterated with Ripple Passion Pink and chimpanzee pituitary gland extract.

I also learned that there are no shortcuts to enlightenment.

But d**n, I sure had me some fun!

If only the headaches would go away...