Americans, English, Czechs, Hungarians, Brandenburgers, Saxons, just Zappa fans. It's possible here in the east that fans keep that particular Z-cult alive with all its outsider airs, but there never would have been a band Mothers Of Invention in a small town eastbound. Here, in addition to the conviction, it was the reality that cynically stood by, confiscated ZAPPA's crazy records and simply took the guy who was listening to this music out of life. Because every authority has understood their meaning very well, not only because Zappa's attitude can be heard clearly. This meteorologist's son was a terrified citizen and kept his head up. Even then, when Zappa was finally able to rise from the underrated US underground to the outstanding moment of pop culture with hits like "Bobby Brown" and "Valley Girl".
Yes, the renewed Ur - Vater - Mirage of the counter-culture stands here in the far north in the heat and in the sand. Frank Zappa has his very own pedestal - now that everything is so easy, everyone in this place revolves ABSOLUTELY FREE around this man from hell. There are freaks surrounding his current state with beer and banners. The plush parrot above his marble skull snarls arf-arf-arf when siblings Bob and Candy Zappa pull the sheet off the bust. Some have tears in their eyes, others touch their taches as if to assure themselves that they are present. But since local politicians don't fit into any Zappa mirage and don't even make a local absurdity with their parade of congratulations and memorial stones, they, like the vegetables at their feet, make their way into a glorious perspiration. Everything goes to the veterans of the band Mothers Of Invention "Thank you, Frank, for being different". Here, too, Frank Zappa remains a critical person, who wasn't always easy and sometimes a little weird! Says who?
An American on site translated: "A visionary human being!" and what next? Many years ago, a young K. heard the first Zappa record in this place. In 1990 this Mr. K. founded the Zappanale, and the Arf-Society became the registered association for Zappatists, soon all over the world. This gigantic growth really tempted to erect a monument to the idol, yes, a monument as absurd as a mirage....because a Zappa monument appears on a blue-curved surface here in the middle of the town by the sea... But for every Zappa fan, the senseless is just another air of grace on this stage of in-significance.
So the chronicle says: culture committee-city council-citizen discussion-monument dispute! Yes, give us a bust for the folk poet E.W.! But don't we finally want something unreal absurd? Yes, of course. In the end, the elevated policy unanimously agrees. Very Zappa established.
 
... yes, let the Czech Vaclav C. model a little Frank Zappa for us, in final artistic quality, so this fellow artist and fan freak makes it real.
Everyone coming from the train station has to pass him. The dead live, but it's good to be dead once in a while. But Zappa laughs from his all-too-bar-squatting pedestal, and he's by no means embarrassed when he's kissed early in the morning. In the spa gardens of the freshly recovered worker from the old days and always with a cathedral on his back, in a town by the sea. Alas, in its affection East, like West, like North and South, was overripe for the Zappa Frank asteroid, which in meaningful association made unique records, the meaning of which is understood because every kind of hidden subtle mockery is clearly translatable. Zappa's philosophy still orbits our planet in its own insulting way. But also Zappa comes from reality, and the power of all his works comes from the protection of his extended family. Even now, it is as imperturbable as a whale soaring into the sky.
Will I dream? This year at the racecourse of a town by the sea at Zappanale number 13?
There will be e-guitar solos again, which don't have a pre-existing, but an open form, and all the bands with mirage like names like the Lewinskys, Landplage, Beistelltische, Dwarf Nebula, Cosmic Debris, Ozric Tentacles...
Without this attitude, the special cult surrounding rock star Frank Zappa would never be so new and would never be proof that a freak was present here at the Zappanale in a town by the sea. In the summer sun festival, directly behind a mirage. Because Frank Zappa used to hire every musician, then completely revamp them and throw them out again - Arf.Arf.Arf - many personalities exist in his Zappa-cunning name today.
There's Ike Willis and Don Preston, Roy Estrada, Mike Keneally, Bob and Thana Harris, Napoleon Murhy Brock, and the Indian Jimmy Carl Black. Everyone celebrates the songs properly and without hesitation in the confusion on stage.
I see someone dancing to the rhythm here in the background, singing along to every word to the letter, even though he can't sing or dance.
This rock 'n' roll is common to all. Everyone plays the Zappa song. He now stays everywhere all over the little town by the sea.
"Are there pigeons in Bad Doberan?" asks someone from the Zappa clan in the state-approved spa, yes there is...some fan crowd and the spirit of Frank Zappa, sent out over all of us. But the rest of the world seeps indignantly into shared toilets, from the walls of which Zappa can look down on every excitement.
 
"Stick it out."
Frank Zappa-1940-1993
A. Cant 2002