Little Dweezil has all the money he needs. So does Moon Unit.
So it looks like the coast is clear! Ha ha.
Frank Zappa had an open contempt for his fans. He knew that they were mostly assholes who had no real appreciation for his arrangements or orchestrations. They just liked the poster of him on a toilet bowl. They liked greasy doo-wop and toilet humor and R. Crumb-y distorted goofy shit because progrock was just too fucking heavy.
Wifey? She not only didn't appreciate the utter morons boppin' around and babbling about Suzy Creamcheese and Centerville, she figured she should soak these dirty pricks and make 'em PAY as much as possible. She may have had an idea, considering Frank's early demise, that life is short so why not make all the money you can and enjoy it? And not care what smelly creeps want? Which is everything free and bootlegs galore.
So now the forums are alive with the shouts of "Ding Dong..."
One less copyright witch to ruin the fun! Set the bag for two quarts, asshole, and add some dish detergent, 'cause you should be flushed with Joy.
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