Mullocker's Travels #1

My life thus far has been insufficiently Zappa. I have therefore decided to embark upon an outrageous road trip the like of which has heretofore existed only in the youthful dreams of great men. An account of this adventure will be edited for brevity, decency and dramatic effect, proofread thoroughly, and presented here for posterity's benefit and the reader's acclaim.

I come to the realisation that my life has been insufficiently Zappa through a brief but productive exposure to his musical legacy on Compact Disk, and, chiefly, through a brief but glorious multi-sensory experience of his music played in the flesh by an ensemble including his son Dweezil (who has curly hair), Napoleon Murphy Brown, and Julie Gonzales.

I began my trip by getting the bus to the airport. The bus was more of a coach really, and coloured blue. My post-concert trip to the airport resulted in the accrual of the following insight: many airports are closed at 2am. I went home and resolved to return the following morning.