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jueves, agosto 18, 2011

Concentration Moon

1968. Frank Zappa. Jimmy Carl Black ("I'm the Indian of the group"). The Mothers of Invention. "Absolutely Free." I liked this then. I like it now. But I wonder.

How could everything seem so clear back then and be so opaque now? To be frank, I have no idea.

And then there's this:

What could we have been thinking?

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