Thursday, December 4, 2025

Frank Zappa, who departed this realm on 4 December 1993 and may be currently rolling over continually in his grave, on ‘Death by Nostalgia’

A softly stylised, retro-inflected illustration shows a young woman with pale silver hair standing in a record shop, her pose composed with languid self-possession. She leans against a wooden counter lined with crates of vinyl, their sleeves forming a muted collage of colours and half-familiar designs. Behind her, rows of albums ascend the wall like a mosaic of forgotten soundscapes.  She wears a pastel blazer over a graphic T-shirt bearing a sun-bleached, synthwave-style motif, tucked neatly into high-waisted jeans. Her expression is poised yet faintly aloof—blue eyes holding a distant, contemplative chill, as though she is momentarily suspended between eras, hearing music that belongs to none of the records around her. The composition evokes the dreamlike nostalgia of 1980s pop aesthetics filtered through contemporary illustration, merging cool detachment with an undercurrent of intimate longing.
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Four decades on, nostalgia is just about all we have left. 

"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.)” 

—from the 1989 memoir, The Real Frank Zappa Book.

Copyright 2025, Arthur Newhook.

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