Frank Zappa and Ronald Reagan met for lunch at a
small deli that served a popular pastrami sandwich. After a bit of small talk, Ronald Reagan
admitted, “I really never understood your music. Some of it sounds like people running combs
over their guitar strings and then yelping.”
A small slice of pastrami dropped from Reagan’s
sandwich and unceremoniously stuck to the table.
“Perhaps you have confused me with another artist,”
Frank Zappa responded plainly. “That sounds
more like industrial rock.”
“No.”
“Well, I am actually happy that you listened. I am furthermore happy that I found a way to
get any of my music out there. The
industry did not support me.”
“What about your daughter’s name?” Reagan
asked. “Moon Unit. What did she think when you named her that?” He took another bite of his sandwich. Another slice fell free.
Frank Zappa lifted his conspicuous left brow. “She was pretty young when we named her. I don’t think she really noticed.”
“Mmmmm.”
“I had an elderly friend,” Zappa said, “a woman, who
voted for your second term because she liked that you were nice to monkeys.”
Reagan smiled.
“Oh…from my film: Bedtime for
Bonzo!”
Zappa raised both brows. “No.
She meant the ones in Washington.”
--Mitchell
Hegman
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