Saturday, April 09, 2005

One day back in 1980

after listening to Frank Zappa for several hours I got so disgusted with the Army and Texas and my gig at Kelly Air Force Base I hiked up to the barracks second floor landing and began tossing my lp vinyls like frisbees at unsuspecting cars driving by. A nice military policeman appeared eventually and suggested it might be a swell idea if I desisted from targeting the neighborhood vehicular traffic. We then walked calmly, but resolutely, to the Chaplain's office where I received a few hours "therapy."

But no need to worry...as I listen to Zappa THIS time...I have no vinyl lps.