Careful when playing that favorite Zappa-tune over and over again in your loved one’s presence — especially if (s)he happens to be Australian.
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Yeah, but that was Elvis, excuse me. If I played any Zappa-Tune more than once, I’d be down the balcony already. Having written that, it’s not even true.
We had “Lumpy Gravy” played by a lonely tuba for a wedding song in church …
Could have been worse; Jim Reeves for instance might drive me to violence.
I once found 18 Jimmy Swaggart records, put one on as a joke and was driven into anger for some reason.
Many years ago, and after many beers, I plugged the juke box in a Chicago tavern (mainly shot and beer kinda joint) to play this song repeatedly. The bartender, an off-duty firefighter and expert in extinguishing situations, calmly reset the juke box. He then handed me a five dollar bill and said, “This should cover what you put in the juke box. Please take it and spend it in another bar.” I did. No blood was spilled. Hats off to brave firefighters everywhere!
I bet it was the song “Crazy on You”, by the reputedly band Heart? If it was, that bartender sure knows how to remain chill…
Right! That’s a hunka good one. I’ve (I’m certain we are all thankful) forgotten my obsession with Joe’s favorite band. The song I plugged was in fact “Burnin’ Love”. Crazy On Burnin’ Love!