I walking through a department store here in Frankfurt yesterday looking for a linen shirt when I heard a familiar voice singing these lyrics:
Oh God I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady... I don't know which
After a moment of shock and disbelief, I realized that yes, one of Frank Zappa's most well-known irreverent songs, "Bobby Brown Goes Down", was playing for all shoppers to, umm, enjoy. And no one seemed to mind. Indeed, nothing short of incredible. If only they knew...
Hullo everyone, it's me. I'm a NYC-dwelling musician, fortunate enough to have spent a large portion of the last couple years touring with a major rocker whom you know and love. When on the road, this is where I process the travels and whatever else crosses my mind; when at home, the topics shift to musical, city-related, or completely random ramblings. I lived in Greenpoint for the first years of the NYC experience: Thus, G-Trained. Posting frequency is often inversely proportionate to the cost of internet access, but that doesn't really explain the year+ of silence. Donations accepted.