Automatic translation: Frank Zappa's home sits high on the flank of The Valley in LA. We walked up the stairs to the living room. The room is dark. A huge wooden, blue swordfish floats in front of the fireplace. I wonder how that should be when a cozy fire blazes in the hearth. But then I understand that you should never let cozy fires blaze in LA. It's already warm enough. At the very back, the Master sits in a chair. His silhouette stands out sharply against the light of the lamp shining behind his back. This is like an audience with a deep-thinking guru. Zappa smokes a cigarette and waits. I am impressed, because I was once the proud owner of his record Live at the Fillmore East. (read more)

Source: Patrick De Graeve