Weeks have passed since I was ferociously knocked out by the Hot Rats, and as I started to regain consciousness, the cold fists of the Zoot Allures connected with my pelvis. This felt most humiliating, though in the end, I reckon the pain I had to endure was worth it. The eccentric, yet ever so charismatic ringmaster who led the Apostrophe troupe - Frank Zappa - was as much a well-versed storyteller as he was a composition hoarder. His tales ranged from workin' in a gas station to becoming some sort of disco boy to handing out black napkins via unforgettable guitar riffage. While I'm afraid that's all I knew at the time, more secrets shall be revealed; ASAP won't cut it in this regard, but who is to say, really? Oh, great, now Zappa's making me hallucinate, too.
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