Dweezil Zappa World

Those of you who ‘follow’ me (I THANK YOU!) know that this is my Zappa blog. My music blog. My ‘okay-I’m-going-to-connect-this-really-obscure-thing-to-music-and-make-it-sound-kickass’ blog. So this may come as a slight surprise to you, considering it’s none of the above. But to quote El Madre, this is supposed to be a ‘cathartic experience’ and you guys sorta deserve to know. So, yeah, it’s a personal thing, but nothing more or less. It’s not a forum for pity or kindness or any bullcrap. So read at your own risk.

It was Tuesday, September 6^th—my first day of high school. I had managed to have a fairly decent day: I snuck out my Zune and listened to RDNZL while reading Asimov during 3^rd period, found some friends to eat lunch with, and decided that my Spanish teacher seemed pretty okay and biology looked fun.

Cool, right? I didn’t even really have any homework.

I got home and gave El Madre the lowdown, complaining about the Vals’ that showed up to school in short-shorts and belly shirts and my English teacher who seemed like she might breathe fire. The conversation drifted and she mentioned that we could still make it to IKEA if I wanted to—I had been asking about a desk to work on—and I said okay. There wasn’t much anything else to do.

It was 7ish and raining, but I wasn’t worried. El Madre is a superb driver and she wasn’t tired. She’d had coffee an hour earlier. We were good. So El Padre told us to drive safely, locked the door behind us and off we were, my Zune plugged into the car and grooving to Heavy Duty Judy (or was it The Police?) on the highway.

We had just pulled off the exit to the intersection that led to IKEA and disconnected my music when were hit.

We had a green, so El Madre just drove straight, barely even brushing 15mph. The car opposite us ate a red to make a left turn and rammed into us, head-on, at 30mph, if not more. 

Did I mention that we were smack-dab in the middle of the intersection? Cause that was fun, getting to see bright lights moving past us very quickly. We didn’t worry that other cars would slam into us, too. It wasn’t frightening at all. Especially with the buckets of rain slapping down from every direction (it felt like sleet in the middle of September)…

When the Buick slammed into us, I could feel my brain rattle inside my head (we later learned that I actually felt my concussion happen) and after taking a couple of moments to recover and make sure each other were okay, we called 911. We declined the ambulance.

Long story short, El Madre and I both got concussions, in addition to multiple aches and pains all over (thankfully, we didn’t actually hit anything), not to mention headaches. I missed 2 weeks of school and finally came back to PE class last Friday. Oh, yeah—our Volvo is totaled. And did I mention that Geico is trying to stiff us?

The ‘rents sorta don’t care, considering we’re lucky to be alive. Ahem.

And for those of you still holding out for something music/Zappa-esque?

The whole ride home, shivering in my thin tank top (my sweater was soaked), all I could think was that that could’ve been the last time I ever listened to Zappa, played Roxanne, held Paz (my sexy black Strat), blasted Zeppelin…

Not to mention that there was still so much left to listen to. Playground Psychotics! The majority of Thing-Fish! Where would they’ve ended up?

Interspersed between these thoughts was the intro/mellow part of Black Napkins. At that moment, my head wasn’t a very cheerful place. If someone had painted it, it would’ve been a valley or canyon all in muted, dark colors at dusk. With a lone, leafless tree swaying in the wind…Ahem.

Yeah, that sounds deep enough, right?