On Day 1 of this year’s observances, Gentle Reader, I wrote of the vinyl Zappa trove I swagged on home from a little used record shack on Rte. 23 North. My tasted once whetted, I went back. I believe that Hot Rats was part of my Second Wave of Zappa Inhalation. Anyone who has enjoyed a Polynesian cocktail at the bar attached to a Chinese restaurant in northern New Jersey will appreciate the anthropological reference of the title. Your Headhunter, sir.
Day 5, “Little Umbrellas” (from Hot Rats)
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