December 4, 1993

I remember the article in the newspaper (must have been on sunday), an obituary mentioning Zappa’s satire and career, the picture of Frank looking grey haired, with a tired glance; yet, smiling. WHAT..? How come..? But…he was still so young… that illness… Oh shit.
We were on holidays in the beach (december is summer in the south hemisphere). I took this picture of my son that very same day. It was like if the weather reflected states of mind: sunbeams around us, making the sea fluorescent green, and a stormy dense, heavy sky in the background. A zappian athmosphere.
It was a sad day.