Barbara Abel Titolo Mother's Instinct

Vous avez les plus belles jambes du monde, vous serez ma femme ou ma maîtresse. Voilà ce qu’est devenu l’amour de ma vie. Moi, épouser un Juif, jamais ! Barbara juive ? Tais-toi donc mon garçon, elle est si gentille. Avec un instinct sûr, vous choisirez votre siège. Vous prenez votre petit déjeuner à la table de ce nazi ! Comme c’est gentil de me reconnaître, Jacques Lacan. It’s no greek ! Madame, Madame, j’ai compris l’étymologie de concierge. …

From the beginning, Frank Zappa cultivated a role as voice of the freaks - imaginative outsiders who didn't fit comfortably into any group. We're Only in It for the Money is the ultimate expression of that sensibility, a satirical masterpiece that simultaneously skewered the hippies and the straights as prisoners of the same narrow-minded, superficial phoniness. Zappa's barbs were vicious and perceptive, and not just humorously so: his seemingly paranoid vision of authoritarian violence against the counterculture was borne out two years later by the Kent State killings. Like Freak Out, We're Only in It for the Money essentially devotes its first half to satire, and its second half to presenting alternatives…