Hey, it's another rock eulogy post

And a late one at that -- I meant to do this last week, on the 15th anniversary of his passing on 12/4. But fans of the late, brilliant Frank Zappa would certainly recognize that this blog's name is a riff on one of his iconoclastic bits of weirdness (from the One Size Fits All album).

Zappa could be juvenile, puerile, and downright pointless at times -- and that's OK. In fact, those are all rock values to celebrate, wouldn't you say? I do. Of course, he was also an astonishing musician, a killer guitarist (personally the aspect of his career I miss the most), a composer of true inventiveness, a social critic of unerring accuracy, and that rarest of Americans -- somebody who said exactly what he thought and didn't give a damn whether people liked that or not. That's something always worth celebrating. So here's to Frank.