I cried when Frank Zappa died. I was in my car driving home from work when I heard the news (via NPR, natch) and had to pull over as my eyes were filling with tears. once off the road I had a good long cry.
Don Van Vliet aka Captain Beefheart died today in a California hospital and I havent’ cried (yet).
the good Captain and Frank Z. were big parts of my precocious youth: I was eleven or twelve when I got Trout Mask Replica; my mom threatened to kick me out of the house over it
I did get kicked out of the house a year or two later for playing Weasels Rip My Flesh nonstop
I don’t much listen to their music anymore, but they were formative in my life – the soundtrack of my early teen years, good times, mistakes, and the good times I cant’ remember.
have good winds at your back, Captain Beefheart, and say hello to Frank for us.