Twenty-two and a half years ago, Frank Zappa sat down in a chair on a television set for a political debate show on a cable news network that was still fighting to be taken seriously. The previous fall, Zappa had appeared as a witness before a Congressional panel about the potential censorship of music that was found to contain questionable lyrical content or cover art. Zappa's feelings about words, art and what exactly freedom of speech entails were laid out at the feet of one incredulous . . .
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