Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Weasels ripped my atom heart, mother

Random thought after a 90 minute meeting about social media and before the board meeting and after staying toooooooo long on the Blue Line and ending up in Arlington Cemetery.

Weasels Ripped My Flesh ... Atom Heart Mother.

I said they were random thoughts ... for the past nearly 30 years, I've had some strange congruence of Pink Floyd's Atom Heart Mother and Frank Zappa's Weasels Ripped My Flesh in my head. It pops up from now and then. Like the dream about stealing the broken stone from the Parthenon. Just a strange powerful thought: "Weasels Ripped my flesh atom heart mother!"

Apropos of nothing. Signifying? Monkeys? (bonus points to the person who can pinpoint THAT allusion! - without the help of Google!).

I miss Frank. Syd lives.

1 comment:

Markin said...

Trickster monkeys. African-American folklore. Derived from Yoruba, probably. Also the title of a book by Henry Louis Gates, but that gets into lit-crit, which is mostly emperor's new clothes territory as far as I'm concerned. ;->