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"Due to Adelaide Gail Zappa and her incessant, worldwide legal attacks on fans honoring Frank Zappa's music, and attempts to negate his request (according to the Zappa hotline, Dec 1993) to "Play My Music", the Project/Object show for Fri 21 Nov 2008, at Bill's Bar in Boston, has been cancelled.
Stand by for further details on the threatening letters. All other shows, have proceeded fantastically or are proceeding as planned, since what we do is 100% legal under US law. It's sad that lawyers are being enriched every year by this useless letter-writing campaign (all clubs also get threat letters).
FYI – The band Ugly Radio Rebellion, who you'll remember was under attack for Dec. 2007 shows, just had to cancel all their Nov 2008 shows due to a couple of clubs' unfounded fears of Adelaide Gail Zappa suing them. Bogus Pomp in Florida also recently was attacked for celebrating this music. Artists in Germany also continue to be attacked. What a waste of good money that could be used to release more Zappa music……
We are not breaking any laws and we will continue to perform Frank Zappa music for you. And maybe even a little of the music of Mozart, Stravinsky, Gustav Holst, The Seeds ('Pushing Too Hard' used in 'Sy Borg'), Yes (1984 'bamboozled' solo section), The Beatles (medley played on 1988 Zappa tour), Richard Berry (Frank quoted "Louie Louie" DOZENS of times), Herbie Hancock (riffs quoted in 'Greggery Peccary'), Culture Club ('I'll tumble for ya'), The Doors ('The End', 'Light My Fire')..and on and on and on….
I am conducting research into where and when Frank Zappa got permission to perform, record or parodize ALL of these and many, many other various artists' music. Of course sometimes he sought permission, and when RECORDED and RELEASED, he certainly paid mechanical royalties. But certainly many times he didn't.
For a guy who has a LARGE part of his art based on USING THE MATERIAL OF OTHERS, his estate is strangely, hypocritically opposed to any one else doing the same!
Thank you
Andre Cholmondeley
Project/Object"
Having inner turmoil more than ever lately. For example I went to sleep at 1PM today, as in, instead of going to bed at 6 or 7 am as I usually do, it's now getting to be noon or later. Then I have to sleep until 7 or 8pm to make any sense. It's not a deep sleep either, I can hear myself thinking of things I have to do, emails I have yet to answer, calls I still need to return.
I am pleased my massage team is getting more and more popular amongst touring bands- today we helped out Cold War Kids in Amsterdam, Elbow in Amsterdam and one of the Flogging Molly entourage, also in Amsterdam, as well as Dozens of other touring bands, I am literally drowning in work, but very often, one of my Dot Bots will report back and say she only made 45 euros backstage (1 euro per minute of massage) or some, sadly even say, they went there, set up, and the bands bus broke down and didn't arrive in time to get massages. One cheeky band even had Dot Bot come backstage, do the standard "one free back rub for management at each gig" then left a note on her table when she was washing hands that "no one else will have time for a massage, but you are more than welcome to watch show and hang out and party after". Pffft!!!!!
Then I have yet another ex Dot Bot (fired for being a traitor) busy trying to build a competitive massage team, naturally using my methods, contacts, even rules (she mistakenly tried to hire some of my current Dot Bots that aren't online yet and naturally they all sent me her emails which had MY contract with her heading on them) my rules, my instructions, everything. This bitch has been so busy recently turning her female production manager friends against me, and when they meet a Dot Bot on tour, like at a recent Danzig show, rips my Dot Bots face off, all out of fear of competition. What a backstabbing business this is. I started massaging rock stars back in 1982, I am pretty sure I am the first one to do so. Naturally, competition is expected, but being lied to and stabbed in the back from what I thought were loyal people, is sickening. UGH!!
If I dare leave the house for a while to go eat, work out, jog or god forbid, have some fun at karaoke once a month, I only come home to be punished by the now 800+ emails waiting for me to answer. Emails from people from all over the world wanting to join my massage/chiropractic team, emails from people asking love/sex/relationship advice, emails from the small amount of real friends I still have, emails from band managers, musicians themselves, relatives, omg, it never ends. I used to have hours to blog, write for my books, watch the occasional movie, but not anymore. I wanted to go to Thailand over Christmas, but I doubt that will ever happen. I got so far behind just from being in Boston for those two weeks- I STILL haven't even wrote my Boston blog (or even the full Rock am Ring blog from the summer). This isn't because I am sitting around on the sofa watching TV. It's because I am so swamped, so overwhelmed I don't even have time to wank anymore. I guess I am a work-o-holic. Better than being into drugs or alcohol, for sure, but it still affects the people around me (when I DO see other people). I keep hoping for the day that my massage team is in place, solid, and stays that way, but it changes every day. Some get pregnant, move to a place that would have no chance for massage work, quit because their man is too jealous of their contact with rock stars, get fierd for being a traitor or just find any old reason to quit ("job at the spa is too much now, I can't take anymore work") so then the task of finding an AMAZING replacement begins; auditions, interviews, loads of emails back and forth, etc. omg.
Ok, now I am done venting for now, the headache one gets for not receiving their daily green tee at the same time every day is pounding away so I have to get this last bit out before I sign off.
Thursday night I had dinner with Jasmine on 2nd ave, lower east side, where I have eaten Indian food for years, even as far back as when I was dating Joey Ramone (1983, 84, 85). I am pretty sure it is the same place Joey sings about in the song way below. Anyways, I had tried to invite Arturo to come eat with us, but he never answered his phone (found out later he is in Mexico for a couple weeks).
Arturo and I a few years ago ^ at the Niagra bar
Notice Arty left Marky's name out of the symbol ^
Anyways, Jasmine and I decided to go eat alone anyways, without Arturo. Sitting there starving, I was shocked/happy/surprised to see Marky Ramone and a friend walk in. I said "MARKY! Long time no see!" and he was like "Dr. Dot! What the hell!? ha ha". Anyways, I don't know why, I guess because of the commotion I said "funny you are here now, as I had been trying to reach Arty all night to ask him to come here too" and he snapped "NOT on good terms with Arty right now Dot!" he went on to explain all the gory details, the typical arguing that goes on when certain band members die and they other surviving members and associates feel the need to fight over what belongs to whom, etc. The same exact SHIT is going on with the Zappa family. So fucking sad how everyone can't just get along. sigh.
Taken Thursday night over Indian Food ^ "on the avenue"
Thing is, Arturo invented the Ramones logo years ago, he is their art director, friend, lighting director, etc, since the very beginning, and by the way, Marky is not even their original drummer, Tommy is. Sigh, I just try to stay neutral, I am extremely close to Arturo, he is like family to Jasmine and I, so naturally I felt uncomfy hearing his rants. I just grinned and bared it and changed the subject. The food, as always, was amazing and I felt Joey's presence that night. Not only was it strange I was wearing a Ramones shirt (just randomly threw it on) but Mark comes in and joins us, then Jasmine and I strolled Greenwich Village together and stopped to read RAMONES in cement, that someone obviously spent a lot of time on when it was wet. It was like every hour the Ramones were in our face, on our tongues, it was eery/fun/sad/strange. I was like, "HI JOEY!!! I can feel you! Miss you!"
"Hanging out on Second Avenue Eating chicken vindaloo
I just want to be with you I just want to have something to do
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
Wait-Now Wait-Now
Hanging out all by myself Cause I don't want to be with anybody else
I just want to be with you I just want to have something to do Tonight"
The Ramones
One last imagine, totally unrelated, but I had to share it:
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My flight leaves in a few hours to Florida. Going to see a Frank Zappa tribute band called Bogus Pomp. They have an annual Halloween party and call it ZAPPAWEEN, so it's like a mini- Frank Zappa festival. Super excited. I didn't make it to Zappanale this past summer, doubt I will ever get to Zappanale again, but there is alway ZAPPAWEEN innit?
Their show is actually on November 1st, maybe I will find time to lay on the beach the days before.. or go trick or treating (on the beach?). SUPER TIRED- I Gotta go jump in bed with Pooh.
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"Well I'm about to get up sick
From watchin' my T.V,
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess
So I'm watching and I'm waiting
Hopin' for the best
Even think I go to praying
Every time I hear them sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot
I've seen the cops out on the street
Watch them throwing rocks and stuff and choking in the heat
Listen to reports
About the whiskey passin' round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody on his street would take a turn
They stomp and smash and bash and crash and slash and bust 'n burn
And I'm watching and I'm waitin hopin' for the best
Even think I go to prayin'
Every time I hear em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
You can cool it
You can heat it
Cause baby I don't need it
Take your t.v. tube and eat it
And all that phony stuff on sports
And all those unconfirmed reports
You know I watch that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsmen say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so and so
And further they assert
That any show they litter up
They bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell
Cause the boys they got downtown
Working hard and doin swell
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the streets
They say that no one blams it faster
Their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And youll see it all complete
So I'm watching and I'm waiting
Hopin for the best
Even think I go to praying
Every time I hear them saying
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' everyday
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well I've seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
All the merchants and the shops
Who use to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watch the mob just turn and bite em
And they say it serve them right
Because a few of them are white
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yell and you can understand me
And all that other crap they hand me
In the papers and t.v.
And all that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more everyday
These time of year some asshole say
He wants to go and do you in
Cause the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
No matter if it's black or white
Because he's out for blood tonight"
Frank Zappa
PROJECT/OBJECT with IKE WILLIS the music of Frank Zappa NOVEMBER 2008 –
EAST COAST USA
15 SAT Plains PA Jazz Cafe'
16 SUN Annapolis MD Ram's Head
17 MON New York NY BB King's
18 TUE Troy NY Revolution Hall
19 WED Northampton MA Iron Horse
20 THU New Haven CT Toad's Place
21 FRI Boston TBA 22 SAT TBA, NJ
23 SUN Phila PA World Cafe' Live
Warren Cuccurrulo saw the Joe’s Garage show and emailed me about it:
"I saw 'Joe’s GARAGE' on stage at the 'Open Fist Theatre' last night…. it is FUCKING AMAZING. this show FEELS so GOOD… Frank would have LOVED it… it IS a way of life… the SONGS!!! wow, they all work SO WELL in this format… the costumes are great, the colors are great, the singers are great & the musicians are PRETTY GOOD…. excellence…it should be seen by ALL… Frank lives on in a very powerful (& funny) way… prophetic to the MAX… JOE’S GARAGE, an orwellian nightmare, come TRUE… thanks for the heads up frank… but we WERE’NT paying enough ATTENTION… watch SEPTEMBER CLUES… say NO to MARSHALL LAW & the FASCIST police state… KILL UGLY MEDIA, NOW!!! wc"
ps. Greetings from Connecticut. Saw my Uncle Jack, Tom and the baby Jeremiah. Walked my pit bull Frankie for hours tonight. I am here for my class reunion. Rockville High School "awesome 80's reunion". So all classes from 1980-1989 may be there, may not. At $50 a ticket I bet it will be rather empty, folks round here aren't exactly rolling in dough and they've been taking a beating from the failing economy. Thanks Bush, You have lead our country down a path of war and poverty. Good going fucktard.
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ps. Since my blog about September Clues, many of my youtube videos have been flagged and removed AND even some of my friends emailed me and told me (since that September Clues blog) "Dot, can you beleive the video I had of you as Mary in Wet T-shirt night" has been removed!??" That and many more. Hmmmmmm, funny, innit? "home of the free" ha ha.
You know I am hiding from you right? I know I have to blog, I know, I KNOW. I massaged Kim Raver (24/Lipstick Jungle) tonight for two hours.. coolest thing ever- she has a video baby monitor, looks like a walkie talkie, but you can push a button and see a screen that shows her baby (11 months old) in bed, in the other room. Tiny camera above bed has infra-red abilities and you can see the cutie lying there sleeping.
You can hear it too. He started crying once and we could see her husband picking up the baby, making the baby calm again and then putting baby back to sleep. OMFG. All this modern tech. makes me want to have another one so I can see how easy it CAN be. (I did everything the hard way- cotton diapers, no dryer, couldn't speak the language yet, didn't know any one and baby's dad and I were too broke to pay attention). No internet, no cell, just land line. jeeze, looks easier now somehow. Baby is sick? Google the fucking symptoms and you're golden. Cool! I had to drag baby all the way across town to a German doctor and struggle with the language (mostly sign at that point) lol.
Kim is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO gorgeous. I can't help thinking how many men I know would PAY to massage her. Schwing.
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Kim is a regular client of mine, she is so mad cool and smart as a whip too. Her husband is one lucky man I tell you. I am all over the place, going to massage Motorhead the next couple days and Herbie Hancock again next week, no time for sleep. omg. It's 6am and I still have like 503 unread emails to answer. FLIPPING OUT.
I was just reading the lyrics to an OLD Frank Zappa song and hey, they still hold true to this day in the state we are in..
Frank was a smart Mo Fo!
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"Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. america, walk on by the minds that wont be reached
Mr. america try to hide the emptiness thats you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!
They wont go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who arent afraid to say whats on their minds
The left behinds of the great society
Hungry freaks, daddy!
Mr. america, walk on by your supermarket dream
Mr. america, walk on by the liquor store supreme
Mr. america try to hide the product of your savage pride
The useful minds that it denied
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes, and then you cried,
Those hungry freaks, daddy!
They wont go on four no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who arent afraid to say whats on their minds
The left behinds of the great societ"
FRANK ZAPPA