“…I made my way to the cash register and happened to glance at the LP bin. I noticed a strange-looking black-and-white album cover with a guy on it who had frizzy hair and looked like a mad scientist. I thought that it was great that a mad scientist had finally made a record, so I picked it up.
I couldn’t wait to hear it. My family had a genuine lo-fi record player: a Decca.
I turned the volume all the way up (in order to get the maximum amount of ‘fi’), and carefully placed the all-purpose osmium-tipped needle on the lead-in spiral to “Ionisation.” I have a nice Catholic mother who likes to watch Roller Derby. When she heard what came out of that little speaker on the bottom of the Decca, she looked at me like I was out of my fucking mind.
It had sirens and snare drums and bass drums and a lion’s roar and all sorts of strange sounds on it. She forbade me to play it in the living room ever again. All through high school, whenever people came over , I would force them to listen to Varese – because I thought it was the ultimate test of their intelligence. They also thought I was out of my fucking mind.”
yes, this book (“the real frank zappa book” by frank zappa – duh) ROCKS. ^____^