Frank Zappa.
One of the people, Howard Wright, who posted a comment on my entry about traffic fines in Italy, and the infamous, now, invisible Pisa restricted traffic zone, is a guitarist and has a nice site with lots of guitary info. One this site he mentions his favourite guitarists, and among them is the late Frank Zappa. Now, I have always known about this guy, but, for some reason, I had never really heard his music.
At the moment, I’m listening to Zappa’s ‘You are what you is’ album, which I bought yesterday, as a direct result of reading up on Zappa on Howard’s site. Cheers Howard! Mighty good stuff Zappa’s music is too, I reckon, especially, if you are like me, a closet Hendrix.
Zappa was one heck of a versatile musician and his music is highly original. I like music I can get into, and I can get into Zappa’s stuff very easily. He’s one of those artists in whose music you notice something a little different every time you listen, if you can understand what I’m trying to get at.
So zap on down over an on-line music store near you and have a listen, although you’ll need quite a long except to really appreciate how good this guy is/was.
Of course, if you hate his stuff, that’s cool too. Each to his own.
Jeepers! My Platial map’s unseen attraction.
Apparently, my Platial map has been seen 4400 times over the last month and a half. Wow! I don’t quite know where else the map is visible apart from here and my main website. But, what the heck, if people find the thing interesting or useful, that’s fine by me.
Wow, I’m green.
Well, almost. I’ll explain. I had this bright idea some time ago, but never did anything about it until today. You see, my work shirts wear out, usually around the collar and the cuffs, but the rest of the garment remains in a pretty good state. This means I am a wee bit reluctant to throw the things away. OK, call me a cheapskate, but I’ve decided to recycle my shirts. In fact, I popped into my local tailor to ask him if he could carry out certain modifications to my ’seen-better-days’ shirts, namely, turn the collar into a granddad style (which I love, incidentally) and lop a section of the sleeves to create a short sleeved summer shirt. ‘No problem’, said the man. ‘How much’, I enquired. ‘15 Euros’, came the reply. New shirt, at least double this price, so I said ‘Go ahead, customise my shirt’, thinking, ‘Hey, this is a clever little idea’. ‘OK’, said the man, ‘Lot’s of people do this, you know’.
So much for original thinking. Anyway, I do think it’s a good thing to do, and I’ll end up with a cool ‘new’ shirt.
Italians, the great shirt recyclers. Bet you never knew that. I didn’t.















