Frank Zappa and the Watts Riots

THIS SONG is about the Riots of '65, though I think it applicable to any riot. What do you think the lyrics say? Deeper meanings? Any hint of the social structures that caused the riots?



Trouble Every Day
Lyrics by Frank Zappa

Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV

Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day

Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin' 'round
Seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On his street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
That trouble comin' every day



Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all the unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so



And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
They will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
Their coverage can't be beat

And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
No way to delay
trouble comin' every day

Hey, you know something people?
I'm not black
But there's a whole lots a times
I wish I could say I'm not white

Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every other household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other jazz they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some nitwit say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight

You know we got to sit around at home
And watch this thing begin
But I bet there won't be many live
To see it really end
'Cause the fire in the street
Ain't like the fire in the heart
And in the eyes of all these people
Don't you know that this could start
On any street in any town
In any state if any clown
Decides that now's the time to fight
For some ideal he thinks is right
And if a million more agree
There ain't no Great Society
As it applies to you and me
Our country isn't free
And the law refuses to see
If all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't amount to nothin' more
Gonna watch the rats go across the floor
And make up songs about being poor

Blow your harmonica, son!




Just for kicks:






Zappa was Indeed what people would call the man.

-- Jason Collins

(photo credit, The Googly, from flickr creative commons)

Loving Los Angeles

IT IS very important to know the history and background of the place in which we call “home” because without that deeper history there lacks any legitimate stance to belong to or own Los Angeles. Time and time again we see “I love L.A.” T-shirts and stickers that can be argued as either fashion statements or forms of personal statements but if we take a deeper look into the phrase can someone truly love a land without deeper knowledge of how it was discovered, divided and ultimately flourished? After recently viewing videos of a barren downtown covered with dirt roads, the production of a popular transit system in the 1940’s, the desegregated locations for various ethnicities, the Chavez Ravine land conspiracy, the Watts Riots in the 1960’s, the contribution from the Chandler family, the romanticized construction of Olvera St. and much more, a Los Angeles migrant like myself can only begin to appreciate the land and city for what it truly was and now is. Once you learn about how and why a place like the Dodgers Stadium was built, your association to it becomes completely altered and your experience in Los Angeles becomes heightened to a more enlightened level. After speaking with a close friend- a diehard Dodger’s fan who reps an L.A. sticker on her car- about the families who were relocated from Chavez Ravine for what later became the famous Dodgers Stadium, she was shocked and seemed somewhat disturbed because her perception of this place that she had been to year after year was altered. Although she may have claimed to have loved Los Angeles and the Dodgers before I filled her in on the story I can only hope that knowing a little bit of that history helped her understand her love for them even more. Exposing ourselves to Los Angeles’ history can only help create more passion, love and respect for those who helped build such a multifaceted and diverse city filled with art, culture, music, film, fashion, sports, journalism, education and much more.
-- Jayme Dolan