Objetivo e Hipótesis General:

Southern Illinois University, Carbondale November 15, 1980

FZ--lead guitar Ike Willis--rhythm guitar Ray White--rhythm guitar Steve Vai--rhythm guitar Tommy Mars--keyboards Bob Harris--keyboards Arthur Barrow--bass Vinnie Colaiuta--drums 9. Dance Contest 2:58

the contest is done over the vamp from Conehead and includes a quote from I'm So Cute

The Palladium, NYC October 27, 1978 (early show) FZ--lead guitar & vocals

Denny Walley--slide guitar & vocals Tommy Mars--keyboards & vocals Peter Wolf--keyboards

Ed Mann--percussion Arthur Barrow--bass & vocals Patrick O'Hearn--bass Vinnie Colaiuta--drums

FZ: One of the . . . One the things that I like best about playing in New York is this particular place, because it has - it has a stage that is conducive to, how you say in the trade, audience participation. Now if there's one thing that I really like, it's, uh, audience participation. Now listen . . . I gotta figure out something that I can, uh - d'you think we should have another dance contest tonight? Oh, hey - the injured person dance contest. Uh - Well, let's see . . . Awright, I'll tell you what we're going to do. Here's a, here's a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest aw-reety, aw-righty, hey. Okay . . . What . . . what . . . ?

Butch: You are great, man - you are great. You are the best, baby. Do 'Dinah-Moe Humm.'

FZ: All right, now wait a minute - what's your name? Hey, hey - what's your name?

Butch: Butch.

FZ: Awright, the dynamic Butch. Here's a girl that wants to dance with Butch. What's your name?

Lena: Lena. FZ: What? Lena: Lena.

FZ: Lena, meet Butch. Okay, Lena and Butch, couple number one. Heh heh. Okay, let's see - that guy there, with his . . . that - that one there with the teeshirt on - no, no, the other one - this one - no, no - no no no, wait a minute, wait . . . well, you're - actually, you're very nice, though. Would you like to come up here? . . . Okay, but d'you think you can behave yourself? You, you're sure you can behave yourself? . . . Okay, what's your name?

Guy: Tom, man. (mumble, mumble) you, baby, I (mumble, mumble) (gurgle) you (mumble, mmf, etc.).

Guy: Arrgh, mmmf, glurg, etc.

FZ: Awright, now wait a minute. Awright, awright, now wait . . . Guy: (mumble, mmf.) Ugliness! Ugliness!

Other Guy: Frank, you're my buddy! Arrgh, mmf.

FZ: Awright, wait a minute, wait a minute. I have an - I have an important message to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. If you're out there and you're cute, maybe you're beautiful, I just want to tell you somethin' - there's more of us ugly mother-fuckers than you are, hey-y, so watch out. Now . . .

Guy (Butch?): Will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe? FZ: Sure. All right, now you - he wants to get his girlfriend - go get your girlfriend.

Girl: Hey Zap!

FZ: Good to see you again. Girl: Squeak!

FZ: I know.

Guy: I ain't no fucking queer.

FZ: All right, now look, here's what we're going to do. Awright. Now. This - it'll be mashed, I'll save them, I'll save them for later.

Guy: I'm not a fucking queer.

FZ: This man is trying desperately to let everybody know that he is not a queer. He's not queer, he's not queer. Awright, and now . . . You are going to dance, like you've never danced before . . .

10. The Blue Light 5:27

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Berkeley Community Theater

December 5, 1980 (early and late shows) and

Santa Monica Civic Auditorium December 11, 1980 (late show)

and

Unidentified venue and date FZ--lead guitar & vocals Ike Willis--rhythm guitar & vocals Ray White--rhythm guitar & vocals Steve Vai--rhythm guitar & vocals Tommy Mars--keyboards & vocals

Bob Harris--keyboards, trumpet & high vocals Arthur Barrow--bass & vocals

Vinnie Colaiuta--drums Your ethos

Your pathos Your Porthos Your Aramis Your Brut Cologne You're writing home You are hopeless Your hopelessness

Is rising around you, rising around you You like it

It gives you something to do In the day time

Hey buddy, you need a hobby You are tired of moving forward You think of the future

And secretly you piddle your pants The puddle of piddle

Which used to be little

Is rising around you, rising around you You like it

It gives you something to do In the night time

Oh well, you travel to bars

You also go to Winchell's Doughnuts And hang out with the Highway Patrol Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place You go to Shakey's to get that American kind of pizza

That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow kind Of cheese on the top . . .

Then you go to Straw Hat Pizza, To get all those artificial ingredients

That never belonged on a pizza in the first place (But the white people really like it . . . ) Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything Oh you'll give me your underpants

I hope these aren't yours, buddy . . . They're very nice, though

You'll go to Santa Monica Boulevard, You'll go to the Blue Parrot No problem, you'll go anyplace You'll do anything

Just so you can hang out with the others The others just like you

Afraid of the future

(Death Valley Days straight ahead) The future is scary

(Yes it sure is)

Well, the puddle is rising It smells like the ocean

A body of water to isolate England And also Reseda

The oil in patches All over Atlantis, Atlantis You remember Atlantis

Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat Used to sing to you about Atlantis You loved it, you were so involved then That's back in the days when you used to Smoke a banana

You would scrape the stuff off the middle You would bake it

You would smoke it

You even thought you was getting ripped from it No problem

Ah Atlantis, they could really get down there The plankton, the krill

The giant underwater pyramid (Hear me out)

The squid decor Excuse me, Todd

The big ol' giant underwater door The dome, the bubbles, the blue light

Light, light, light, light, blue Light, light, light, light, blue Blue light blue light

The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins Your ethos, your Porthos,

Your flag pole, your port hole Your language

You're frightened The future, your lang . . .

You can't even speak your own fucking language You can't read it anymore

You can't write it anymore Your language

The future of your language Your meat loaf

Don't let your meat loaf Heh, heh, heh Your Micro-Nanette Your Brut Cologne

11. Tinsel Town Rebellion 4:35

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includes quotes from Sunshine Of Your Love (Brown/Bruce/Clapton), Johnny's Theme (Paul Anka) and I Love Lucy (Daniel/Adamson)

Berkeley Community Theater December 5, 1980 (early show) FZ--lead guitar & vocals Ike Willis--rhythm guitar & vocals Ray White--rhythm guitar & vocals Steve Vai--rhythm guitar & vocals Tommy Mars--keyboards & vocals

Bob Harris--keyboards, trumpet & high vocals Arthur Barrow--bass & vocals

Vinnie Colaiuta--drums From Madam Wong's to Starwood To the Whiskey on the Strip

You can hear the crashing, blasting strum Of bands that come to be real hip And get a record contract From a talent scout some day

They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls They'll take the check 'n walk away If they're lucky they'll get famous For a week or two perhaps

They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear And hope the business don't collapse Before some stupid magazine Decides they're really good

They're a Tinsel Town Rebellion Band From downtown Hollywood

Tinsel Town Rebellion, Tinsel Town Rebellion Band It's a little bitty Tinsel Town Rebellion A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

They used to play all kinds of stuff And some of it was nice

Some of it was musical

But then they took some guy's advice To get a record deal, he said, They would have to be more punk Forget their chops and play real dumb Or else they would be sunk

So off they go to S.I.R. to learn some stupid riffs And practice all their poses

In between their powder sniffs

Chop a line now, snort it up now And when they think they've got it They launch a new career Who gives a fuck if what they play Is somewhat insincere

Tinsel Town Rebellion, Tinsel Town Rebellion Band A Tinsel Town Rebellion, A Tinsel Town Rebellion Band

Did you know that in Tinsel Town the people down there Think that substance is a bore

And if your New Wave group looks good They'll hurry on back for more

Of leather groups and plastic groups And groups that look real queer The Tinsel Town aficionados Come to see and not to hear But then again this system works As perfect as a dream

It works for all of those record company pricks Who come to skim the cream

From the cesspools of excitement Where Jim Morrison once stood It's the Tinsel Town Rebellion From downtown Hollywood

Is everybody happy? Oh, never mind! No problem

12. Pick Me, I'm Clean 5:07