I just saw Roxy a few weeks ago, and it fucking blew me away... I hadn't enjoyed so much in a long, long time, and I'm talking here about real, pure childish joy - music, lyrics, concept, images... everything made sense.
You usually enjoy music OR lyrics OR the context OR the images, not everything at once. It was perfection. You could ask 'Was it perfect because it was what you were looking for?' I'd rather say... I was ready for it, having had my musical education grown into something way more richer than the first time I met Zappa, during my teens, with a very basic understanding of Jazz, which you do fucking need if you want to make any sense of Zappa! (Also I think it works much better as an introduction to watch Roxy or any other concert, and then listen to the albums)
Please fast forward to this year... There he was, the Zappa Beast on Roxy... Blending it all on an explosive mix that included JAZZ, BLUES, ROCK... And amazing brains, capable of depth and originality, and humor.
Imagine how I felt as I kept thinking 'Fuck, I have to meet this guy, I do want to meet this guy!', and then at the end of the concert those words falling hard over my head : Zappa had been quite dead... Even before I had even heard of him.
Anyways, I want more of this. It's not just 'good' : It's First Class Stuff. And you can have Everything when you listen to the music : You can have Rock, Blues, Pop, Jazz... He does whatever he wants in a fearless way, same as with the lyrics and just whatever he said.
And you know what... I don't give a fuck about the domestics, or if he was 'a good person' or not. All I care about is what I mentioned. Most of us are awful anyways (except of course the little beautiful special snowflakes who will go to heaven, and then send us to hell)
So if there is a hell, I'll finally meet dear Frank there
