Currently listening to “King Kong” on Frank Zappa’s live lp, Make a Jazz Noise Here.

Did you see what I did there? I used the word “lp.” That’s a good sign that I am old. I turned 40 over the weekend. Sure, some of y’all may be older, and might think, “Aren’t they still called lps?” No, grandparent, they are not. In fact, organizing music into collections of albums or mixed tapes or discs or even flash drives is an antiquated concept. Please report to the central authorities for termination.

Killer trumpet solo right there.

Anyhoo, here is the new page. Obviously I have nothing to say about it. I like drawing winter scenes. Expect the beach setting to get stormier.

Until then, here’s Zappa with the Mothers at the BBC twenty years before the live recording I am listening to.