Tonight at the Warner Theatre, I saw a concert I nearly couldn't believe: the sophisticated, musical puerility of the one and only Frank Zappa, as recreated by his son Dweezil and a loopy sharp ensemble. Especially notable was tremendously talented multi-instrumentalist Scheila Gonzalez. She played keyboards, harmonica, multiple horns (two saxs at the same time, I'm serious), flute. Oh, and she sang, too. At one point, while she had a sax slung around her shoulder, she played a flute - a flute - balanced on her other arm that was playing the keyboard.
Dude.
The following Zappa chestnut perfectly captures what I really think of the morass that is "reality television":
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