Freak Out!

Excellent and it's Absolutely Free whereas I thought they Were Only In It For The Money. I'll be sure to listen while eating a Burnt Weeny Sandwich with some Lumpy Gravy whilst pondering my use of the Apostrophe with Uncle Meat.

Zoot Allures! I'm still recovering from that time when Weasels Ripped My Flesh. Man, those were some Hot Rats!

While recovering from Chunga's Revenge I was just laying low, getting my Studio Tan at Joe's Garage. One day there, I met The Perfect Stranger, whose name was Sheik Yerbouti. He wasn't a member of Just Another Band From L.A playing some kind of Jazz From Hell, and he was certainly no Over-Nite Sensation ... he was the mastermind of the Tinseltown Rebellion.

He needed some clean socks, and I just happened to have an extra pair; fortunately they were One Size Fits All. He also needed a place to stay; having been thrown out of more than 200 Motels he was covered in Sleep Dirt. After that kind of rejection, it's understandable that he had whipped himself into a such a Läther that he was in a total state of Bongo Fury. Frankly, he was getting on my nerves, so I said: "Shut Up 'N' Play Yer Guitar!

Well, of course, You Are What You Is, but you know what The Grand Wazoo always said: it's either Them or Us.

Fred

If you want to listen to the programme then click here and select Freak Out. This link will work for a week only.

There are some interesting moments, especially Frank's views on some musicians - music comes from composers not musicians - LSO were a bunch of over-paid drunks who conned the audience. Franks's views, not mine.