Track Rat:
No, Evelyn A Modified dog is actually my dog, who of course was named for that lesser known Zappa tune. She remodified me after I modified her, so I've become as one with the Dog. I am the Dog, the Dog is me, and this is my tree. Sorry, I got a little carried away.
Anyway, isn't that (and Inca Roads and Sofa) some of the greatest music ever written? FZ has become intertwined with my fabric of existence, which is me. In 1978, I was walking past a resteraunt in Koza, Okinawa, singing "Evelyn A Modified Dog" with a couple of my also-drunken and otherwise influenced by the synaptic profusion of altered chemical and electric transferences. Just at the last syllable of "...a curious breeze, a garlic breath which sounded like a snore, ...", a cloud of garlic blew past, the intensity if which I have never again sampled. Was it fate? Kismet? A package of Florentine Pogens? Who knows? I only know that this is this.
Fed:
Thanks for the directions, I'm going to try to ferret this out so I also understand. I expect some did't have the patience to listen to the end. I do the same when listening to something I don't care for musically, but want to form an opinion of the mix.
Perhaps it is avant-garde jazz. I have trouble catagorizing my stuff. This thing is actually the last tune I did, and I was treading in unfamiliar territory (using electronics and a computer for composition). Other things I do are centered on my guitar playing, or whatever, so the whole batch that will end up on my CD project will probably be lots of different kinds of things.
As for how I did this piece: it began with an arpeggio which had been in my head for a while. I kept changing and adding to it until I felt I understood it, all the while trying new things, hearing new things, writing and pasting stuff. It's pretty fluid, each tune seems to follow it's own individual path to creation. This one's got more than 60 complete revisions and tons little changes. I'm sure glad I got an 80 gig drive.
Thanks for helping me out,
Denis