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Music / Musik » alt.fan.frank-zappa » The Aristocrats
| The Aristocrats [message #207888] |
Do, 26 Januar 2006 09:27 |
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Just watched this DVD (if you haven't, this will probably be meaningless).
Anyone else think that a passable-to-good version of the title joke could be
assembled entirely from FZ lyrics, interview snippets, band tales, and related
mythology? You might even be able to assemble a version almost entirely from
edited recordings, which would yield a bizarre soundtrack. Possibly even video
with some still photos. Alternate punchlines could include "The Young
Sophisticates" or even "The Mothers of Invention."
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #207936 ] |
Sa, 28 Januar 2006 20:08 |
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Sam Rouse <nospamfun [at] anymore.com> wrote:
>Just watched this DVD (if you haven't, this will probably be meaningless).
>Anyone else think that a passable-to-good version of the title joke could be
>assembled entirely from FZ lyrics, interview snippets, band tales, and related
>mythology? You might even be able to assemble a version almost entirely from
>edited recordings, which would yield a bizarre soundtrack. Possibly even
>video
>with some still photos. Alternate punchlines could include "The Young
>Sophisticates" or even "The Mothers of Invention."
This would be very possible!!
Interesting you mention, because I do believe our very own Ralph Humphrey is
credited
as being part of the little jazz ensemble that provides some of the music for
this film.
Ant_
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #207938 ] |
Sa, 28 Januar 2006 20:58 |
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Ant wrote:
> Interesting you mention, because I do believe our very own Ralph Humphrey is
> credited
> as being part of the little jazz ensemble that provides some of the music for
> this film.
Are you certain that it really is *our* Ralph Humphrey?
Rolf
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215523 ] |
Di, 31 Januar 2006 03:07 |
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Strictly Commercial <maurerrnot [at] telus.net> wrote:
>Ant wrote:
>> Interesting you mention, because I do believe our very own Ralph Humphrey is
>> credited
>> as being part of the little jazz ensemble that provides some of the music
>>for
>> this film.
>
>Are you certain that it really is *our* Ralph Humphrey?
>
> Rolf
Fairly certain!
http://www.stockdalesound.com/music/aristocrats/aristocrats. htm
http://www.scoremagacine.com/Entrevistas_eng_det.php?Codigo= 21
Makes me wish I hadn't returned the DVD so I could listen again more closely.
Ant_
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215583 ] |
Do, 02 Februar 2006 08:35 |
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An FZ variation:
Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy, I've got an
act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna see it?" The talent
agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya got?" Frank says, "Come on in,
boys."
The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece orchestra
assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big office, with lots of
Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin' combo, a peculiar arrangement of
keyboard and early Etruscan electronic devices, and an assortment of actors,
dancers, groupies, friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army of roadies
bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped cream and Cel-Ray, a big
jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne, beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar,
various vegetables, a mounted shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa),
several dolls (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens,
eggs, coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a Volkswagen,
fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of dubious origin, pigs,
pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins, plaster penises, and a pair of
tweezers which catch the light in a curious way. The band tunes up, everyone
takes their places, and the rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of "Waffenspiel" fades
out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of what has transpired, the
talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and manages to
whimper, "I've never seen anything like that before. What do you call it?"
Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston, fixes him
with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says, "What, is this
some kind of joke?"
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215590 ] |
Do, 02 Februar 2006 15:12 |
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Sam Rouse wrote:
> An FZ variation:
>
> Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy,
> I've got an act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna
> see it?" The talent agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya
> got?" Frank says, "Come on in, boys."
>
> The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece
> orchestra assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big
> office, with lots of Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin'
> combo, a peculiar arrangement of keyboard and early Etruscan
> electronic devices, and an assortment of actors, dancers, groupies,
> friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
> congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army
> of roadies bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped
> cream and Cel-Ray, a big jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne,
> beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar, various vegetables, a mounted
> shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa), several dolls
> (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens, eggs,
> coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
> suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a
> Volkswagen, fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of
> dubious origin, pigs, pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins,
> plaster penises, and a pair of tweezers which catch the light in a
> curious way. The band tunes up, everyone takes their places, and the
> rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
>
> About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of
> "Waffenspiel" fades out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of
> what has transpired, the talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the
> sweat off of his brow and manages to whimper, "I've never seen
> anything like that before. What do you call it?"
>
> Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston,
> fixes him with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
>
> After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says,
> "What, is this some kind of joke?"
That's because you forgot to bring the rubber chicken to measure it.
dave
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A person who won't read has no advantage over one who can't read.
-Mark Twain
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215593 ] |
Do, 02 Februar 2006 18:24 |
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Sam Rouse wrote:
>An FZ variation:
>
>Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy, I've got an
>act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna see it?" The talent
>agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya got?" Frank says, "Come on in,
>boys."
>
>The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece orchestra
>assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big office, with lots of
>Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin' combo, a peculiar arrangement of
>keyboard and early Etruscan electronic devices, and an assortment of actors,
>dancers, groupies, friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
>congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army of roadies
>bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped cream and Cel-Ray, a big
>jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne, beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar,
>various vegetables, a mounted shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa),
>several dolls (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens,
>eggs, coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
>suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a Volkswagen,
>fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of dubious origin, pigs,
>pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins, plaster penises, and a pair of
>tweezers which catch the light in a curious way. The band tunes up, everyone
>takes their places, and the rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
>
>About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of "Waffenspiel" fades
>out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of what has transpired, the
>talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and manages to
>whimper, "I've never seen anything like that before. What do you call it?"
>
>Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston, fixes him
>with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
>
>After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says, "What, is this
>some kind of joke?"
>
>
clape clape clape !!!!
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215597 ] |
Do, 02 Februar 2006 22:17 |
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Sam Rouse wrote:
> An FZ variation:
>
> Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy, I've got an
> act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna see it?" The talent
> agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya got?" Frank says, "Come on in,
> boys."
>
> The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece orchestra
> assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big office, with lots of
> Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin' combo, a peculiar arrangement of
> keyboard and early Etruscan electronic devices, and an assortment of actors,
> dancers, groupies, friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
> congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army of roadies
> bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped cream and Cel-Ray, a big
> jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne, beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar,
> various vegetables, a mounted shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa),
> several dolls (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens,
> eggs, coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
> suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a Volkswagen,
> fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of dubious origin, pigs,
> pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins, plaster penises, and a pair of
> tweezers which catch the light in a curious way. The band tunes up, everyone
> takes their places, and the rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
>
> About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of "Waffenspiel" fades
> out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of what has transpired, the
> talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and manages to
> whimper, "I've never seen anything like that before. What do you call it?"
>
> Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston, fixes him
> with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
>
> After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says, "What, is this
> some kind of joke?"
Post of the fucking year, Sam.
--
Milhouse Guidry of the mWo
Sometime king of alt.pro-wrestling.dx
I have to pick up a frickin' pie at nine in the morning.
"I apologize and recognize the validity of your argument."
--"Whit Sterling", in one of the more absurdly unlikely
statements in the history of Usenet.
mWo. It's not just the coolest, it's fa lyfe, so survey says
whether you like it or don't like it, never E-e-e-ver tell
me he did *not* just SMELL what mWo 3:16 reeks of.
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215598 ] |
Do, 02 Februar 2006 23:41 |
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That was fun. The only thing missing was the Mammy Nuns.
In article <nospamfun-24037C.23352801022006 [at] news.newsguy.com>,
nospamfun [at] anymore.com says...
> An FZ variation:
>
> Frank Zappa walks into the office of a talent agent and says, "Rudy, I've got an
> act you need to see. This is gonna be a big hit. Wanna see it?" The talent
> agent says, "I've got a little time. Whattya got?" Frank says, "Come on in,
> boys."
>
> The door opens, and folks start walking in. First, a 106-piece orchestra
> assembles around the edges of the office (it's a big office, with lots of
> Naugahyde). They are followed by a rockin' combo, a peculiar arrangement of
> keyboard and early Etruscan electronic devices, and an assortment of actors,
> dancers, groupies, friends, acquaintances, a couple of uniformed Marines, a few
> congressmen, and some random folks off the street. Then a small army of roadies
> bring in a life-sized stuffed giraffe, cases of whipped cream and Cel-Ray, a big
> jug of raisin wine, a bottle of champagne, beer, maple syrup, an enormous cigar,
> various vegetables, a mounted shark that resembles a surfboard (or vice versa),
> several dolls (inflated and otherwise), flip-charts and multi-colored pens,
> eggs, coathangers, Kleenex, lighters, aluminum foil, an overstuffed sofa
> suspended on wires, some giant footwear, an oversized enema bag, a Volkswagen,
> fuzzy dice, Desenex ointment, dental devices, panties of dubious origin, pigs,
> pygmy ponies, poodles, penguins, pumpkins, plaster penises, and a pair of
> tweezers which catch the light in a curious way. The band tunes up, everyone
> takes their places, and the rockin' combo launches into "Hungry Freaks, Daddy."
>
> About 80 hours later, as the final automatic weapon fire of "Waffenspiel" fades
> out and a sinister midget mops up the detritus of what has transpired, the
> talent agent looks stunned. He wipes the sweat off of his brow and manages to
> whimper, "I've never seen anything like that before. What do you call it?"
>
> Zappa downs the dregs from his coffee mug and stubs out a Winston, fixes him
> with a laser stare, and says, "The Big Note."
>
> After a long silence, the talent agent collects himself and says, "What, is this
> some kind of joke?"
>
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215600 ] |
Fr, 03 Februar 2006 00:05 |
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In article <MPG.1e4c54ae304e1732989680 [at] news.verizon.net>,
dan the kitti man <dankitti [at] yahoo.com> wrote:
> That was fun. The only thing missing was the Mammy Nuns.
Maybe we should start a list:
Rubber chicken (per Dave Wilcher)
Industrial vacuum cleaner
Marital aids
Burgers
Hand-molded fecal matter ovoid in a jar
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215605 ] |
Fr, 03 Februar 2006 02:02 |
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In article <nospamfun-24037C.23352801022006 [at] news.newsguy.com>,
Sam Rouse <nospamfun [at] anymore.com> wrote:
> maple syrup,
> aluminum foil,
a pair of blunt scissors
> fuzzy dice,
bongos
--Charles
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215608 ] |
Fr, 03 Februar 2006 02:59 |
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In article <ulrich-141395.17025702022006 [at] shawnews>,
Charles Ulrich <ulrich [at] sfu.ca> wrote:
> In article <nospamfun-24037C.23352801022006 [at] news.newsguy.com>,
> Sam Rouse <nospamfun [at] anymore.com> wrote:
>
> > maple syrup,
> > aluminum foil,
>
> a pair of blunt scissors
A heavy-duty pair that could also slice a damp gym sock?
> > fuzzy dice,
>
> bongos
Prop, or part of the percussion section?
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215609 ] |
Fr, 03 Februar 2006 03:36 |
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In article <nospamfun-8071EA.17591202022006 [at] news.newsguy.com>,
nospamfun [at] anymore.com says...
> In article <ulrich-141395.17025702022006 [at] shawnews>,
> Charles Ulrich <ulrich [at] sfu.ca> wrote:
>
> > In article <nospamfun-24037C.23352801022006 [at] news.newsguy.com>,
> > Sam Rouse <nospamfun [at] anymore.com> wrote:
> >
> > > maple syrup,
> > > aluminum foil,
> >
> > a pair of blunt scissors
>
> A heavy-duty pair that could also slice a damp gym sock?
>
> > > fuzzy dice,
> >
> > bongos
>
> Prop, or part of the percussion section?
>
a chrome-with-heavy- duty-leather-thong Peace Medallion
a pair of tennis shoes from Jeff Beck
a Swedish apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon with a microwave oven
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215620 ] |
Fr, 03 Februar 2006 22:40 |
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Knirps for moisture
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| Re: The Aristocrats [message #215656 ] |
Mo, 06 Februar 2006 05:19 |
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On 2006-02-03 16:40:34 -0500, YesterdaysWafflez [at] webtv.net (Yesterdays
Wafflez) said:
> Knirps for moisture
It seems that Knirps is the inventor of the folding umbrella:
http://www.notcot.com/archives/2005/03/knirps_my_x1.html
You don't think that's what he meant?
--Mark
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