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“The really big news of the eighties is the stampede to regurgitate mildly camouflaged musical styles of previous decades, in ever-shrinking cycles of 'nostalgia. (It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice—there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia. When you compute the length of time between The Event and The Nostalgia For The Event, the span seems to be about a year less in each cycle. Eventually within the next quarter of a century, the nostalgia cycles will be so close together that people will not be able to take a step without being nostalgic for the one they just took. At that point, everything stops. Death by Nostalgia.)”

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Frank Zappa was an influential American musician, composer, music producer, guitarist, and singer. His musical style combined elements of rock, jazz, classical, and world music, making him an innovator in the music industry. Known for his unique musical talent and satirical lyrics, Zappa's work has had a profound impact on the development of music in the post-war era. more

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