One of my earliest memories as a child was being sprawled out on the living room floor, reading and gazing at the album cover for Freak Out! (Yesh. I am a second-generation freak.)

It was scary. I don’t think I listened to the album then. If it wasn’t “Free to Be You and Me,” it was that Johnny Rivers demo or Through the Hits Darkly. I wasn’t ready at that age for Frank Zappa.

But I sure did dig the art.

And now, for this fine Zappadan day, I give you a portrait of the artist, Cal Schenkel.

You could probably kill a little time there, just as I used to do in my footies.