Frank Zappa
200 Motels
[Rykodisc]
Rating: 8.2
It was a movie, it was a record, it was an 8-track and a cassette. Now
it's been reissued on its newest format: compact disc. It is 200
Motels. To better understand the music contained therein, we should be
asking: "But what is 200 Motels, anyway?" Well, it would seem that
200 Motels is a bit of a crazed genius conflagration by everybody's
most prodigious artist, Frank Zappa.
Legend has it that Frank, while walking down Hollywood Boulevard, ran his
foot across a used condom, and saw it like a holy vision: 200
Motels. It came to fruition through various trials and tribulations
that resulted in a one-week-long shooting schedule for the film. Frank
worked like a man possessed, directing during the day and writing the
score and songs and developing the schedule at night. The result: a wacky,
fruity film that brought us the music that I write of now.
If you're familiar with Zappa's Joe's Garage or Thing-Fish
albums, 200 Motels will come as no surprise; you get the vaudeville
Frank, the American satirist Frank, and the scatological, politically-
incorrect- in- any- era Frank. The record begins with a teasing
introduction of strings calling in discordant mewls and perversely odd
horns before the anti-climax of "This Town is a Sealed Tuna
Sandwich." Then come a couple of score tracks by the Royal Philmarmonic
Orchestra before you arrive at "Lonesome Cowboy Burt," and that's when the
fun begins.
The man that turned contempt for all musical rules into a style leads the
listener into a funhouse that varies in texture across the spectrum in
every style, while prodding for laffs all the while. And let's not forget
such Zappa classix as "I'm Stealing the Towels," "Penis Dimension" and
"Magic Fingers."
Now, of course the record has some problems-- I mean, it comes across like
a performance of "Chess" with trippy house music between the juicy
dialogue bits. The listener that raises this objection must have not the
patience to see Zappa, to feel Zappa! Then there's the man that says
200 Motels doesn't hold a candle to Joe's Garage. Maybe so,
but does Joe's Garage have "Little Green Scratchy Sweaters and
Courduroy Ponce?" Or that hairless emu that told me 200 Motels
hurts his ears. I say to him now, for all the world to see: "Take the
speakers off your head!"
-James P. Wisdom