Discovering Frank Zappa

I first heard Frank Zappa’s music in 1973 when I was twelve years old. I was listening to a Long Island, New York radio station with the call letters, WBAB. The music I heard on the radio was the ten minute and fifty-three second suite known collectively as the “Yellow Snow suite,” from the Frank Zappa Apostrophe album. My ears and mind were instantly intrigued. The last time I heard a suite of remarkable music was side two of the Beatles’ album Abbey Road. There was a similarity between the artists’ brilliance, except on the Zappa material, the musicianship required … Continue reading Discovering Frank Zappa