ZAPPADAN
Joe has realized, at last, that imaginary guitar notes, and imaginary vocals, exist only in the imagination of the imaginer… and ultimately, who gives a fuck, anyway…
Joe has realized, at last, that imaginary guitar notes, and imaginary vocals, exist only in the imagination of the imaginer… and ultimately, who gives a fuck, anyway…
Watermelon In Easter Hay is certainly one of Frank’s quintessential pieces. During our celebration of Zappadan it starts to play automatically on any Zappadan article that’s at the top of the page… The voice of The Central Scrrrrrrrrrrrutinizer can be unnerving to some…