Moon is a name in many cultures and the moon inspires moon
names, but Moon is quite uncommon in the Anglosphere. It is a truth we hold to
be self-evident that more Americans name their child Bronwyn than Moon. While
the moon is one of the supreme objects of poetic attention and expression,
poetry is not the first thing we think of when we meet someone called Moon. Why
is that? There is no reason to think Moon unpoetic and with time it comes to
have its own grandeur. We would generally expect Moon to be a girl’s name,
though there is no argument against calling a boy Moon.
Unit is more unusual than Moon, as a name. When Frank and
Gail Zappa named their first child Moon Unit it was at a time when
international attention was trained closely on the Apollo Space program. NASA
launched a whole range of new terms straight into the language, but undoubtedly
one that has stuck is lunar module (LM). A lunar module was the lander part of
the moonshot spacecraft, designed to descend to the surface of the moon and,
after the spacemen had done their day’s work, ascend again. A unit is a
self-contained autonomous body, like many modules, and perhaps Frank and Gail
noticed with delight what humans see when their child arrives: the child is a
singular individual. Most people would not name their child Unit because,
again, it is not common and not to be found in any baby name book. It also has
a mathematical or statistical air, counting things out in units. It is
impersonal, indeed is a consumer capitalist term denoting mass production and
currency exchange, which is not the way humans perceive the uniqueness of their
own children. Yet curiously, by calling their daughter Unit they conferred
unique status on her anyway. Maybe that was the idea.
The name has all the hallmarks of the age. It is both an
expression of hippie freakout and an acknowledgement of the vast American
technological advance being felt in 1967. The name is a statement of
difference, both bohemian and scientific. Moon Unit reminds us of the Circle
and the Square, those two basic shapes of everyday life, of the flat circular
vinyl record being placed onto the turntable, and of the square record player
unit the turntable revolves on. There
is some crackle from the speaker and then the music begins.
This is the first of a series of essays on the words of Frank
Zappa dedicated to The Hard Listening Group.
No comments:
Post a Comment