This would be very possible!!
Interesting you mention, because I do believe our very own Ralph Humphrey is
credited
as being part of the little jazz ensemble that provides some of the music for
this film.
Ant_
Are you certain that it really is *our* Ralph Humphrey?
Rolf
Fairly certain!
http://www.stockdalesound.com/music/aristocrats/aristocrats.htm
http://www.scoremagacine.com/Entrevistas_eng_det.php?Codigo=21
Makes me wish I hadn't returned the DVD so I could listen again more closely.
Ant_
Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy, I've got an
act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna see it?" The talent
agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya got?" Frank says, "Come on in,
boys."
The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece orchestra
assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big office, with lots of
Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin' combo, a peculiar arrangement of
keyboard and early Etruscan electronic devices, and an assortment of actors,
dancers, groupies, friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army of roadies
bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped cream and Cel-Ray, a big
jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne, beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar,
various vegetables, a mounted shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa),
several dolls (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens,
eggs, coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a Volkswagen,
fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of dubious origin, pigs,
pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins, plaster penises, and a pair of
tweezers which catch the light in a curious way. The band tunes up, everyone
takes their places, and the rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of "Waffenspiel" fades
out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of what has transpired, the
talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and manages to
whimper, "I've never seen anything like that before. What do you call it?"
Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston, fixes him
with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says, "What, is this
some kind of joke?"
That's because you forgot to bring the rubber chicken to measure it.
dave
--
A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.
-Mark Twain
clape clape clape !!!!
Post of the fucking year, Sam.
--
Milhouse Guidry of the mWo
Sometime king of alt.pro-wrestling.dx
I have to pick up a frickin' pie at nine in the morning.
"I apologize and recognize the validity of your argument."
--"Whit Sterling", in one of the more absurdly unlikely
statements in the history of Usenet.
mWo. It's not just the coolest, it's fa lyfe, so survey says
whether you like it or don't like it, never E-e-e-ver tell
me he did *not* just SMELL what mWo 3:16 reeks of.
In article <nospamfun-24037...@news.newsguy.com>,
nosp...@anymore.com says...
> That was fun. The only thing missing was the Mammy Nuns.
Maybe we should start a list:
Rubber chicken (per Dave Wilcher)
Industrial vacuum cleaner
Marital aids
Burgers
Hand-molded fecal matter ovoid in a jar
> maple syrup,
> aluminum foil,
a pair of blunt scissors
> fuzzy dice,
bongos
--Charles
> In article <nospamfun-24037...@news.newsguy.com>,
> Sam Rouse <nosp...@anymore.com> wrote:
>
> > maple syrup,
> > aluminum foil,
>
> a pair of blunt scissors
A heavy-duty pair that could also slice a damp gym sock?
> > fuzzy dice,
>
> bongos
Prop, or part of the percussion section?
a chrome-with-heavy- duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion
a pair of tennis shoes from Jeff Beck
a Swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon with a microwave oven
> Knirps for moisture
It seems that Knirps is the inventor of the folding umbrella:
http://www.notcot.com/archives/2005/03/knirps_my_x1.html
You don't think that's what he meant?
--Mark