Zappa was lying in bed, eating breakfast and playing with his three-month-old baby. He lives with his wife, Gail, and the baby, in a long basement apartment in the West Village. The apartment has a garden and its walls are papered with posters and music sheets and clippings from magazines; there is a full-length poster of Frank in the hall and a rocking chair in the living room with a crocheted cover that says "Why, what pigs?"
My first US tour was with The Bluesbreakers and we had a 2 week stint in New York in January of 68 (brrr. freezing ass cold). We spent a lot of time at Frank's pad down on Charles St. and I spent a lot of time with the girl who was the original Suzy Creamcheese. I had forgotten all about her til now. She had a Jewish last name that—Bingo—memory banks just cut in—Pam Zarubica?
It was our privilege to occupy this space [on Charles St.] during the garbage strike. The debris was piled up right outside our bedroom window. We listened to the rats at night.
FZ Portrait Photo by Linda McCartney
Still without a drummer, ex-Daily Flash member John Keliehor is brought in for the recordings. Not long into 1968 drummer Billy Mundi (ex-Mothers Of Invention) is the final piece to the puzzle completes group who soon gather in Los Angeles to begin rehearsals at a Hollywood theatre.
Mundi became an integral part of The Mothers' line-up and is featured on the classic albums, Absolutely Free and We're Only In It For The Money. Eventually however, he became disillusioned by the band's financial plight and, living in dreadful conditions in New York's Chelsea Hotel, was ready to jump ship by December 1967. As Mundi recalls: "I was on a short break from the Mothers and went to New York to speak to Jac Holzman. He wanted me to check out a group of musicians that Elektra had corralled together to do something . . . I told him I had a few more dates to do and would fly out to LA and see. I did and I stayed. I began rehearsing and joined."
Billy Mundi was so pissed off by this time that he quit. When Absolutely Free came out we were each given our complimentary copy. Billy melted his copy, made it into an ashtray, showed it to Frank, and said, "I'm quittin' the band!" So he left and joined a band called Rhinoceros.
[Jac Holzman] offered Billy Mundi a huge amount of money, a place to live, the whole package—we'll make you a star, you'll work with these top-grade musicians instead of those comedy guys, we'll make a supergroup and call it Rhinoceros. And where the fuck is Rhinoceros now? But I don't blame Billy for taking the job, because at that time we were so poor he was living in the Albert Hotel and he couldn't get enough to eat—he used to come in and tell us how he'd quell his appetite by drinking the hot water in the shower in the Albert Hotel, which could be a life endangering experience. When somebody comes up to you and says, you're going to get something to eat, and not only that, you'll be in a super-group called Rhinoceros, I couldn't even advise him to stick around.
I remember that they called me an asked me to be in the band when they were first putting it together. They'd already heard me so I was never asked to audition, just to join. I really wanted to join, especially since Billy Mundi had played in The Mothers with me and I loved the way he played back then. He quit The Mothers right after I did, but I was still signed to Frank [Zappa] and Herbie [Cohen] and they wouldn't let me join Rhinoceros. I've always regretted that.
[Frazier] Mohawk had become friends with Paul Rothschild who had become executive producer at Elektra. That same label, to which he had originally tried to sign Buffalo Springfield, eventually hired him as in-house producer on the west coast. With Rothschild, Mohawk put together the group Rhinoceros which included Jon Finley, Mike Fonfara and Peter Hodgson of the Canadian group Jon-Lee and the Checkmates, Billy Mundi (Frank Zappa), Danny Weis (Iron Butterfly), Doug Hastings (Buffalo Springfield) and Alan Gerber. The concept of a "Super Group" was to put together people who had come from other established groups but were all lead performers in their own right. In the subsequent advertising campaign for the group's debut album for Elektra, Mohawk arguably coined this phrase Super Group for the first time.
A review of the Toronto gig in the Daily Star includes a list of some of the instruments played. It doesn't state that there were two drumsets, but it does mention electric trumpet, vibraharp, and tympani. JCB wouldn't have had a chance to play those instruments if Billy was already gone and he was the only drummer.
So, unless there were some unlisted gigs between Toronto and Providence/Fall River, I think 68/01/28 Toronto was Billy's last gig.
The 1968 festival was called "(B)ABEL: or Society as Madness and Myth." [...]
Two artists had planned an ambitious "total environment" in the cafeteria, a sound-and-light show in Convocation Hall run through an intricate "black box," a film festival, and a concert by the Mothers of Invention. Because of budget constraints, [Bob] Rae had to force the artists to cut back. Rae was further dismayed by the Mothers of Invention, who arrived three hours before their concert and told him they needed a new sound system in Convocation Hall, which Rae "broke every rule" to get. The Mothers concert violated the fire code, as the hall was stuffed beyond capacity. Faculty were outraged, and Frank Zappa ended the concert by "pouring shaving cream in every possible orifice of the huge organ at the front of the hall." The famed "black box" didn't work, the artists' "total environment" was incomprehensible (one critic noted that "the intellectual aspects of the environment are certainly very subjective, if not dubious"), and the festival ran a huge deficit, quoted in some sources as upwards of $6,500.
University College of U of T paid the Mothers of Invention $3,500 for their performance at Convocation Hall last night.
In return for that substantial sum the U.S. rock group, led by Frank Zappa, head Mother, played with dolls, lifted skulls out of a brown box marked "authentic poster of Down to Middle Earth," threw Crazy Foam at the audience, smashed toy cars, pounded a pick into a clothing store dummy, and made obscene gestures.
"The Mothers give you the kind of excitement they think you deserve," said a mustached boy next to me.
"We always play this kind of music when we have 2,500 cretins all sitting around waiting to be entertained, thinking they are making it on a cosmic level," said Frank Zappa, going into the Mothers' version of My Boy-Friends' Back, a very poor version of a late-Nineteen Fifties rock 'n' role tune. Singer Ray Collins made silly motion and sang in falsetto.
Zappa and his mothers might have thought Toronto was "nowhere" on a cosmic level, but there was no excuse for the group's performance last night. It was insulting.
Inside strobes flashed, 10 shaggy Mothers pounded the organ and drums, movies and patterns scanned the walls and ceiling, fingers played up and down the bass.
[...] Grease globs glistened, moving on a huge white screen behind The Mothers.
Cymbals, sawdust and confetti rain, low rumbling electronic moans, colorful sounds.
[...] The mothers must have the biggest instrument section of any pop group in America, but they rely mostly on drums, organ and bass, fronted sometimes by leader Frank Zappa's guitar. In the noise, voices mingle and disappear, although once Zappa ran through the words of a song first. At any given time they may use saxophones, clarinets, guitars, kettle drums, trumpets, cymbals and tambourines.
There is no pattern to a Mothers' concert. They meander on stage and seem to pick up instruments at random. Zappa insults the audience—"We cater to the lowest taste"—they love it "Cretins wanting to be entertained."
"Seeing as bow we're pandering to your lowest tastes, here it is: another piece of poop. Something you don't have to think about. You just sit back there and tell yourself you're making it at a comic level."
Frank Zappa was standing before a microphone on the stage at Convention Hall, the stage littered with spaghetti and crazy foam and colored lights and amplifiers with dolls' heads and smashed-up toy cars, with sawed-off mannequin wearing a gas mask, with kettle drums and drums and pianos and all sorts of electric machines. It looked like some sort of pop art battlefield.
Strings of white balloons were hanging from the ceiling and colored lights and weird—I suppose you'd call them psychedelic—images were swirling around on a huge white screen behind the stage, between Frank Zappa and the front row of seats, 20 or 30 hippies sat on the floor [...].
The number of Mothers varies (legend has it there are 200 in all) but there were nine, including Frank Zappa (a kind of hippie Jesus figure) on stage last night. And they made it a wild and tremendously exciting evening.
[...] In fact, there's more musical talent in this group—which includes electric trumpet, electric tenor sax, alto sax, vibraharp, electric piano, electric guitar, electric bass, drums and tympani—than all but 10 of the groups on the Top 50 put together (10 maybe putting it too high).
[...] His between-songs patter?
"What's wrong with you, people? Don't you have any natural rhythm? Every time we play for a white audience it's always the same."
[...] Before the performance last night actually began, and while a couple of the Mothers were doing a satire on groups tuning up, [Ray Collins] began emptying the contents of several cardboard boxes onto the stage—bits and pieces of dolls, broken toys, all sorts of junk.
For about five minutes he walked the lower half of a mannequin around the stage making a variety of obscene gestures. And later on, he emptied a can of Crazy Foam (a substance resembling the kind of shaving cream that comes in an aerosol can on to the stage, then picked it up in handfuls and threw it at the audience, some of whom responded with handfuls of spaghetti. It was a wild scene.
[...] During that pre-performance tuning-up jam session, [Don Preston] started fooling around on the piano and a souped-up amplification system attached to it, creating a collage of music and noise and music-noise—machine guns and helicopters and wild murmurs from outer space and 20,000 leagues under the sea, subways and screeching tires and searching mind-shattering sounds that made you want to close your eyes and take off.
Only if you closed your eyes you missed the light show, which was at least 20,000 light years better that the Jefferson Airplane light show at O'Keefe Centre last year.
The show lasted two hours, which was about two hours too short for me. It included six or seven excerpts from what the Mothers call Underground Oratorios (the best being a number called America Drinks and Goes Home), and a couple of big-beat, jazz-rock, highly improvisational instrumentals. To say nothing of the funniest and maybe the best performance of God Save the Queen I've ever heard. I rather like the song when it's played off-key-
These unconventional very pretentional, super-inventional Mothers—I loved them. All us Mother-swingers did.
We played a gig in Providence, Rhode Island with the Charles Lloyd Quartet. [...] It was the first gig that I played back as the only drummer. I hadn't been playing drums that much so I had to learn a whole bunch of things that I hadn't been playing drums on [...], but we did the show and it was fine. Frank said, "You did great, Man! No problem!"
Bennett Gale, who plays the percussion drums, is currently a student at I.C. and will be graduating in five weeks with a Masters in Music in percussion. At one time, Bennett was asked to audition for the "Mothers of Invention." Bennett is the founding father of "The Creative Act" as it is today. Bennett is the only member of the group now who was originally with the first "Creative Act," a male group in the college scene about two years ago.
Informant: Javier Marcote
Tripp started music school in 1962 and played with the Cincinnati Symphony as a student. After moving to New York City, he met Frank Zappa and began playing with Zappa's band of classically trained rock musicians.
"There was a lot of improvisation," Tripp said. "I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."
Through a friend of his wife's, Art [Tripp] was introduced to Frank Zappa's recording engineer, Richard Kunc. When Zappa was informed by Richard that he had met a percussionist with just the type of background and experience that Zappa was looking for, Art was invited to meet Frank and play for him at Apostolic Studio in New York's Greenwich Village.
This gal I was living with at the time, [Adrian], got a job as a social worker up in Harlem, in order to support us while I was going to [the Manhattan School of Music]. So anyway, this girl who was an associate worker of hers was named Patricia Kunc and that, of course, was Dick Kunc's wife [...].
She had heard that I worked for six months with John Cage in Cincinnati, and I played with the symphony and I had done ballet and all this crap. So one thing let to another and Dick got interested [...]. He told me about this guy he was working with—Zappa, and I had just heard Zappa for the first time, it was like two weeks before then. [I have] heard Absolutely Free, and I thought, "Man! This stuff is too much!" I just couldn't believe it, because I hadn't heard anything like it before. [...] When I heard that, I thought it was something else, and at the time, if anyone said, "Hey, who's your favorite rock'n'roll group?" I'd say, "Well, it's Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention." [...] So I told Dick, "Look, I realize you're doing work down there, I could really use the money if you need to hire studio guys, if you need somebody to play bongos or xylophone or anything like that, because, I could really use the jack." So, he said, "Yeah, I'll let you know." [...]
So a few weeks later, he gave me a call and said, "Look could you come down Friday to the studio?" I said, "Yeah, absolutely." [...] So, I went down there and he took me into the studio and I met Frank and Herbie, you know, and [...] Pamela Zarubica and all their hangers-on and all that shit. I was pretty impressed. [...] So finally Frank asked me a couple of questions, he asked, "Do you play regular drums?" I said, "Yeah, but it's been a long time!" He said, "Well, come on out here and play something, and we walked out in the studio, and there was a couple of sets of drums behind the baffles. One set, I found out later, was Billy Mundi's drums, and he just hadn't picked them up yet [...]. I sat down, and asked, "Well, what do you want me to play?" He said, "Play anything you want to play." So I just started playing. Just free-form stuff, which I always enjoyed doing. I played for quite a while [...]. I just kinda stopped and looked up and Frank was standing there with his mouth open. He said, "Man, you're a monster!" [...] He brought Roy in and we played this little thing in five meter. He said, "This is too much, I'll tell you what, are you doing anything this weekend? Because we're going up to play a couple of gigs in north state New York." [...] And I said, "I don't know your music or anything about it." [...] He said, "Don't worry about it, if you need to know, just watch Jim." He said, "Everytime I point to you, just start playing a drum solo." I said, "Yeah, I can do that!" (Laughs) He said, "By the way, it'll be about $500." I said, "$500?" Adrian was making about $100 a week or something. I never saw $500.
On the afternoon of February 17 [24?], 1968 I was sitting in a motel room wondering what new and exciting things were ahead of me, having joined the Mothers of Invention. I'd just left Zappa's room where we talked about music in general, and also a little about the show coming up that evening.
K: How did you feel about the direction the Mothers took later on (adding musicians to the band, Frank "cutting and pasting" albums together in the studio)?
JCB: After Frank became leader of the band in 1964, he was the BOSS. We really didn't have much to say about anything he wanted to do. I, personally, liked adding the other musicians because we had a bigger sound. I didn't particularly enjoy playing with Billy Mundi because we were too similar in our styles. When Artie Tripp came in it was the best time for me. Him and I complimented each other and we really had a tight rhythm section with Roy Estrada. Frank was always in complete charge of the music and usually we, as the band, didn't hear the final product until it came out on record.
"Frank was continuously on the prowl for new ideas and inspirations," Tripp says today, speaking from his home in Mississippi, "so just about anything we discussed was used. To be associated with a guy who basically favoured 'anything goes', but at a high level, was heaven for me. I shared Frank's counter-culture, anti-mainstream philosophy, and in those days we made fun of everything."
We did a small tour. These were the first gigs that Art Tripp played in the band. [...] The first gig was at Colgate University in upstate New York and we didn't have a rehearsal. We played in a basketball gymnasium so you can imagine what it sounded like, really funny. Frank had all the parts written out for Art. I was back into playing the drums full time so I carried all the beats. All Artie had to do was read his parts and listen to me. It worked quite well for us.
Art Tripp, Javier Marcote, and I have determined the exact date of Art's first gig with the Mothers of Invention.
Art said that his first two gigs were in upstate New York on a Saturday and Sunday, with one of them at Colgate University.
Javier found a review of a (previously-unlisted) concert at Colgate University (in Hamilton, NY) on Saturday, February 24, 1968. I already had a confirmed listing for a concert in Syracuse, NY, on Sunday, February 25, 1968.
I sent Art a list of known gigs between October 28, 1967 (first known gig after the first European tour) and February 18, 1968 (last known gig before the weekend in question), and he said that none of them looked familiar.
So Art's first gig with the MOI was February 24, 1968.
Art says he auditioned on Friday (February 23) and played his first gig the next day. FZ just told him to watch JCB.
FZ had Art start the 2/25/68 Syracuse show by playing a drum solo.
In the 7/18/75 WYEP-FM interview, Art said that "Billy Mundi had just quit at the time, I guess he was gone about a month or two months" (4:15) or that he "had quit about a month before" (21:20).
Today he said that he had thought Billy had been gone several weeks, but on the other hand he believed that the drums he auditioned on were Billy's drums, still left at Apostolic Studios, so maybe he hadn't been gone that long.
So, we went up and did those two gigs. I think it was the second gig we played. It was in this big indoor amphitheatre, and I think it was in Ithaca. At any rate, we were all sitting around backstage before the show and he said, "Why don't you just go ahead and start us off?" I said, "You mean, just go out and play by myself?" I said, "Alright, great!" So I just went out there and started wailing, you know? The guys started coming on the stage and we just played the show, every time a piece of music came up and I didn't know what it was, I just looked over at Jim and see what he was doing and I would just mimic that, that's how I started.
NEW YORK—NARAS has lined up the entertainers for its four-front Grammy Awards dinners Thursday (29). Steve Allen will emcee the New York event at the Hotel Hilton. The Mothers of Invention will perform, along with Woody Herman and His Herd. In addition, the Ray Charles Singers and Margaret Whiting are expected to be among those performing songs.
We played the Grammy Awards in '68 at the plush NY Hilton. Steve Allen was the host that year, Woody Herman and his Herd was the house band. When they drew the curtain up for our performance Ray walked over to Steve and said, "How's your bird"? Allen let out a big horse laugh, and the guys in Herman's band doubled over in stitches.
The Mothers were invited to play at the National Academy of Recording Arts and Science (NARAS) dinner in New York. The resultant rumors in New York music industry circles cried for a little clarification.
The first rumor concerned The Mothers' playing "psychedelic" music, which Frank introduced with "All year long you people manufactured this crap, and one night a year you've got to listen to it!" He continued with "your whole affair is nothing more than a lot of pompous hokum, and we're going to approach you on your own level." In further describing the "psychedelic music" Frank added, "so we played some of the ugliest shit we could do . . . they expected that we play ugly shit . . . I have the program which says 'Music By Woody Herman; Entertainment by The Mothers of Invention.' They figured it was part of the 'entertainment.' They booed us after we were finished."
Even Frank doesn't know how The Mothers were selected to play NARAS. "I guess everybody thought it would be a good gag. A lot of people were really offended that we were there. There were some people that really liked it. I thought we played very well. I'll tell you a couple of receptive people: there's John McClure, who is head of Classical A&R for Columbia Masterworks, one of the last people in the world I would expect to like what we do, came up—you see we played twice: we played during the show and we played while people were putting their coats on; you know, the relief band. Woody Herman already had packed up, collected his bread and split. We're still honking away—and he said, 'When you get tired of that dip shit label you're on, why don't you come and make a deal with Columbia Masterworks.' I though that was kind of nice of him."
"And then Jerry Wexler comes creeping out of the woodwork and he says, 'My son's in college and he has all of your records.' I said, 'Gee, I hope it hasn't affected his work!' He was really nice. He really like it."
Of all the bands to play at the Grammys, I couldn't understand why it was The Mothers of Invention. It was a Pre-ceremony Dinner held in some hotel and I think we played for about 30 minutes, and I'm telling you Man, we went all the way on that one! We really got out there!
You ever heard of the Grammys? Do you know anything about NARAS? Have you ever heard of the NARAS credo? That's that little— I saw one one time. The one that I saw was written by Stan Freberg. Okay? We were the entertainment at the Grammys in 1967 or '68 in New York. I saw this piece of paper and it said in part that, "These selections are made on artistic merit alone and have nothing to do with unit sales." Right? Sure.
The award ceremony for the 1966 awards took place on February 14, 1967. The programme read "Music by Woody Herman; Entertainment by the Mothers of Invention". NARAS was looking for credibility; Frank didn't intend to give it to them. His resolve hardened when he read the otherwise hilarious Stan Freberg's pompous Credo that NARAS judged records "on the basis of sheer artistry and artistry alone".
When the Mothers took the stage, Frank went for the fat cat's throats: "All year long you people manufactured this crap, and one night a year you've got to listen to it! Your whole affair is nothing more than a lot of pompous hokum, and we're going to approach you on your own level."4 The band then proceeded to ravish 'Satin Doll', the tune with which the Woody Herman band had opened the evening, dismembering dolls and handing the limbs out to the stunned audience. The only bright note in an ugly evening was when John McClure, head of Classical A&R for Columbia Masterworks, approached Frank to say, "When you get tired of that dipshit label you're on, why don't you come and make a deal with (us)?"
The New York chapter of NARAS met the following Monday and told one another how disgusting it had been. "Everyone rolled their eyes in the back of their heads and said, 'What a schmuck, what a tasteless dope,'" said Nick Perito. "The idea (in inviting Zappa) had been to lend some energy to a prestigious affair. He turned it into a bar-room."
Florida, of sorts, a place that Zappa had known well ever since he inaugurated Marshall [Brevetz's] Thee Image (forerunner to Thee Experience, the rock hall whose name he took with him to California when Jim Morrison shut out the lights on rock 'n roll in Miami, March, 1969), warming up the club for bands like Led Zeppelin, Moby Grape, the Jefferson Airplane, Spirit, the Grateful Dead, and a host of other bands that Marshall [Brevetz] brought to Miami regularly in the heyday of 1968.
Thee Image was Miami's biggest and best known psychedelic rock club, even though it was only open for about 13 months. It was located in a former 32-lane bowling alley at 18330 Collins Avenue, just North of Miami in Sunny Isles Beach. It was principally operated by a band from Tampa, FL, originally called The Motions, who had changed their name to Blues Image in an homage to The Blues Project. Blues Image were reputedly hip Florida's best live band, with twin drummers and a funky, swinging sound. Besides helping operate the club, they were the house band and apparently played just about every weekend there, whether or not they appeared on the bill.
Thee Image opened on March 15, 1968 with The Mothers of Invention, and the last gig that I can find was April 26, 1969 with Ten Years After.
[...] Visiting bands were impressed with the Blues Image, but Frank Zappa suggested that they would have to go to New York or Los Angeles to make it, and Eric Burdon invited them to Los Angeles, so in Spring 1969 they closed Thee Image and moved to Los Angeles.
The World had started to become too big and many of the local "hippies" needed a smaller, cooler, hipper more private place to hang. Soon, Thee Experience opened up a few blocks down the road, in a biker bar. The better San Francisco and west coast bands were playing there, instead of The World. Then, Thee Experience had booked the Mothers of Invention to appear. The club was too small, so they found an old 32 Lane Bowling Alley on Collins Ave. and opened up Thee Image. The Mothers of Invention opened Thee Image on March 15/16, 1968 and the rest is history. Thee Image was the ultimate experience. There were 3 stages with black lights and day glow paint everywhere. A shop sold all your psychedelic needs. And, of course there was the Meditation Room . . . The house band was the Blues Image. It was open Fri., Sat., & Sun. nights, with the admission price between $2 and$3, depending on who was performing.
[...] In March 1968, when the Blues Image opened for The Mothers of Invention at thee Image and Frank Zappa saw them for the first time, he commented that Mike Pinera was one of the best Blues Guitarists in the country . . .
I remember a band called Blues Image opened for us at Thee Image and that is where I met a guy named Joe Lala.
Zappa played several times at Electric Factory, and his shows were as much theater as music. He appeared for the third time right after Lyndon Johnson announced that he wasn't seeking the nomination for re-election in '68. It was a rainy Sunday night. Before the show I told Zappa, 'We've got to do something special.' Zappa knew immediately what to do: 'Can you get me a casket?' That night, the Mothers [of Invention] completely wrapped an Electric Factory employee in toilet paper, while Zappa ad-libbed a 30-minute eulogy for Lyndon Johnson as the band played behind him. Then they put the mummy into the casket. Zappa's sharp satirical edge set the tone we were looking for.
On March 31, 1968, following the New Hampshire primary and Kennedy's entry into the election, the President announced to the nation in a televised speech that he was suspending all bombing of North Vietnam in favor of peace talks. Johnson concluded his speech and startled the nation by announcing "With America's sons in the fields far away, with America's future under challenge right here at home, with our hopes and the world's hopes for peace in the balance every day, I do not believe that I should devote an hour or a day of my time to any personal partisan causes or to any duties other than the awesome duties of this office—the Presidency of your country. Accordingly, I shall not seek, and I will not accept, the nomination of my party for another term as your President."
[April, 1968] When the taxi arrived at Charles Street, Frank came out to meet me [...]. He told me Gail was searching in Hollywood for a house to rent.
[...] "I've been commisioned to write a book. [...] A political perspective, whatever I want to say about this shitty country of ours. I have more or less carte blanche."
Thinking fast and half joking, I said, "Why don't you send me the chapters and I'll type them for you in London."
"I haven't even started it," he said somewhat sourly. "Probably won't for a month or so. [...] I've got a better idea, why don't you come out to California and type it there?"
[...] Throughtout the rest of the meal [...] again and again he returned to the plan on which he had resolutely settled, for me to help him research and prepare the book ready for Stein and Day's deadline on 1 January 1969, eight months away.
The Fillmore East was where we all met Leonard Bernstein at our last gig in New York. His daughter was a big fan of ours and she'd talked him into coming to the show. When Frank found out the Bernstein was in the audience he pulled out all the stops for the classical stuff or at least, our interpretation of the classical stuff—the way we did it! We played a 3-hour show and after the show he came backstage to meet us. He congratulated us all and said, "That was a wonderful show!"
"The Mothers move back to California in May, to Los Angeles."
When asked about the reason for the move, Frank began with, "Because we don't like San Francisco. No, we're moving because we don't like New York. I don't like New York, which is probably the basis for it. It makes me sick to stumble over people dying in the street. It's a drag. I don't like it. I don't like the weather, and so on and so forth and so on and so forth."
That trip from Woodstock to L.A. took two long weeks because we played five shows along the way. [...] We played with MC5 as the opening act in Cincinnati. From there, we flew to Chicago and played a gig with Cream.
[Eric Clapton, FZ]
[unidentified girl, Don Preston, FZ, Eric Clapton, Bunk Gardner.]
As we pulled up outside the Chicago Coliseum in two station wagons, Cream pulled up in three limousines! They had a limo each because those guys weren't even speakin' to each other by that time. [...]
We also met Cynthia Plaster Caster at that show.
While in Chicago, Eric Clapton had introduced Frank to Cynthia Plaster Caster, a girl who not only made plaster-casts of rock stars' penises, but also kept detailed diaries of the proceedings. Frank brought three of the treasured books for me to transcribe as well as a tape of his interview with her.
I met Cynthia Plaster-Caster when the Mothers were working as the opening act for Cream at the International Amphitheatre in Chicago in 1968. This was toward the end of Cream's existence, when all the guys in the band hated each other. Each guy had his own road manager, his own limousine, his own etc., etc., etc.
During a conversation backstage, Eric Clapton asked if I had ever heard of the Plaster-Casters. I said I hadn't. He said "Well, after the show, come with me. You won't believe this." So, we went to his hotel.
Upon arrival we found, sitting in the lobby, two girls. One of them had a small suitcase with an oval cardboard emblem glued to the side that said "THE PLASTER-CASTERS OF CHICAGO." The other one had a brown paper bag.
They didn't say a word—just stood up and followed us into the elevator, and into the room. The suitcase girl opened the suitcase. The other one opened the bag. They took out some 'statuettes': "Here's Jimi Hendrix, and here's Noel Redding, and here's the roadie from . . . "
They put them on the coffee table and took out the rest of their gear—everything a person might need to make a plaster replica of the human weenus.
We spent two or three hours talking with them. Neither of us volunteered to be 'immortalized.'
Eric Clapton introduced me to the Plaster-Casters. They had all these statues of the dicks of people like Jimi Hendrix. One of them mixed the plaster stuff to make a mold, and the other gave the guy a blow job. She took her mouth off the guy's dick, and then the other one slammed the mold onto it. We declined to be enshrined, so to speak.
The next day, we flew to Detroit's Grande Ballroom with MC5 supporting again.
The first time I saw The Mothers I was opening for them; it was the second or third gig the Stooges had ever done, so I remembered us more than them. I think playing with them so early in our career pushed me to be weirder faster, and also to be stranger to look at, earlier than I would have been otherwise. That night I did my first stage dive. I knew the Mothers were on after us, and I didn't want people to forget about us.
I think I [invented stage diving]. The first one I did was in 1968, it was the second show I ever did, and I was opening for Frank Zappa, for the Mothers of Invention. And I couldn't think of another way to get attention and I did this thing—ever seen how little boys sometimes when they want attention, they'll make themselves perfectly stiff and then they'll just fall flat-faced on the floor?—I did that, except off a five-foot stage.
After [Detroit], Art and I caught the plane back to Cincinnati and picked up my car and Lady [the dog]. Then we drove 800 miles west [...]. We headed on to Phoenix and found somewhere to board Lady because we had to meet the rest of the band again in Denver, Colorado.
Chet Helms, from the Family Dog, had just set up a new venue in Denver.
After the [Denver] show the next morning, we flew back to Phoenix [...]. I had a real nice visit with my Mom and when she came to the show that night, Frank calmed things way down and dedicated the show to her, to Mrs. Black. She got a front row set, Man! The Spiders were opening for us—they turned into Alice Cooper later on.
Most of the time it's not fun at all. Take a peculiar example like last night's concert at Phoenix. The audience was very drunk, and there was one guy who was pressed right up to the stage in front who was vomiting, which is a little tough to watch while you're singing.
Address shown for 06/04/68 session: 2401 Laurel Canyon Blvd., L.A.
By the time the Mothers returned from their eighteen-month residency in New York, Zappa and Sloatman were married and the parents of the infant Moon Unit. Gail had come back in advance to house-hunt. Before the move to New York she and Frank had lived together in a house in the Kirkwood Bowl, and now his instructions were explicit. "Frank wanted to live in or near the canyon," Gail says. "Laurel Canyon has historically attracted musicians and people very highly involved in the arts, and usually people that didn't come by who they were with their hands held out or expecting other people to pay the freight." As it happened, Franzoni was about to move out of the cabin. The dance concerts in the living room were petering out as complaints about the noise brought the police to the landlady's door this time. "The police were bugging her more than they were bugging me, and that was the end of that," he says. "We decided to get out of there. Gail was looking for a place, and I said, Y'know, we're moving out of here, so we'll vacate it."
It was about 10:30 p.m. on a Sunday, May 5, when I phoned Los Angeles to see if my brother, Frank had arrived from New York.
"Gail's found a great house in Laurel Canyon. It's in the hills overlooking Hollywood. It has fourteen bedrooms, seven bathrooms and caves underneath which we'll turn into a recording studio. [...] There is also a swimming pool, and get this, it has a tree house."
[...] "It sounds wonderful."
"Can you get yourself there, say May fifth? That will give you a day to settle in before I arrive on the sixth."
[Log Cabin—c. May 5, 1968] I said as casually as I could, "So, has Gail just arrived?"
"No. She's been here three days. She moved in Wednesday [May 1]."
He only lived there May through September 1968 anyway, you know—but that was quite an incredible summer!
There were seven of us living at the log cabin: Frank, Gail, PamZ, Calvin and me, plus Ian Underwood and Dick Barber, both of whom had set their sleeping bags up in the basement. Dick was a friend of Frank's brother, Bobby. His job was to look after the house, help with shopping and errands and guard us while Frank was on tour.
When we returned to California in 1968, we moved into a large log cabin, once owned by old-time cowboy star Tom Mix, at the corner of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Lookout Mountain Drive.
The living room was seventy-five by thirty feet, with a huge fireplace. Close to a dozen people, mostly employees, lived there. The rent was seven hundred dollars a month.
Cal Schenkel had his own little art department in one wing of the house. In the basement was a one-lane bowling alley and enough space for the band to rehearse. It had two walk-in safes—like bank vaults—and a subbasement which had probably been a wine cellar. It was rustic and decrepit; it really looked like an old-time log cabin, with rough-hewn wood, bristling with splinters.
The residents at that time included my wife, Gail; my secretary, Pauline Butcher; our road manager, Dick Barber; Pamela Zarubica; Ian Underwood; Motorhead Sherwood; and a girl named Christine Frka—the woman on the cover of the Hot Rats album crawling out of the crypt.
Christine Frka was our baby-sitter, along with Pamela Des Barres. Moon was about eight months old, and Dweezil hadn't been born yet.
May 1968: early morning in the sprawling, 18-room log cabin on the corner of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Lookout Mountain Drive where the famous 'freak-out' artist Frank Zappa lives. [...]
Now Frank is sleeping. As are most of the other people who share the house with him: his English secretary Pauline Butcher, his former girlfriend Pamela Zarubica, his recording engineer Dick Kunc, designer Cal Schenkel, tour manager Dick 'Snork' Barber, and Mothers Of Invention band members Ian Underwood and Jim 'Motorhead' Sherwood. Then there are those non-residents, famous and not-so, sleeping in various nooks and crannies, or just stretched out in front of the huge stone fireplace, beneath the 14-candle chandelier.
The only person up at this hour is Zappa's 23-year-old wife, Gail, who tiptoes around the bodies with their eight-month-old baby daughter, Moon Unit, under her arm.
Suddenly, after two years of criticizing Zappa, Don [Van Vliet] showed up one morning with Frank's latest album, We're Only In It For The Money. [...] Don listened to it a few times and then surprisingly decide to call Frank up and say hello.
In Laurel Canyon, Frank Zappa had the old Tom Mix Cabin down the road a bit. I remember going to some jam sessions down there. You know, going down and just plunking around.
I'm thinking of leaving the band. [...] The music I'm writing now is too complex and dificult for the band to play. [...] What I'm writing now I have to teach to the guys in turn. Do you know how much energy that takes? I don't have the time or inclination to do it anymore.
[...] I've been paying each member of the band $200 a week. Then there's the expense of shipping the equipment. It's costing me a whole lot of money I can't afford and it's pissing me off. [...] The problem is they're my friends and I have no idea how to tell them.
Next weekend, May 10-11, High Torr will present The Mothers of Invention [at the Shrine Expo] in their first Los Angeles concert since taking New York by storm. With the simultaneous release of We're Only In It For The Money and Lumpy Gravy, there can be no doubt that Frank Zappa stands side-by-side with Bob Dylan, John Lennon and Paul McCartney as one of the leading talents of pop music.
The next day, Friday, the house buzzed as the Mothers hauled their equipment out to the enormous truck ready for their first concert at the Shrine. [...]
Two other groups opened the show, harmonica player Charlie Musselwhite, with his Blues Band, whom Frank and I watched from the side of the stage while everyone behind us chatted and hob-knobbed; and Sweetwater, whose wailing female singer was just too weird for my taste.
Then the Mothers ambled on, endlessly tuning up their instruments, but once they got started I thought they were fantastic, covering every different kind of music from doo-wop to jazz, from rock'n'roll to progressive classical. Add in comedy routines that made me laugh aloud, and you had complete entertainment. [...]
Eric Clapton, who'd quietly mingled with everyone on the side of the stage, walked on and played a solo, but little enthusiasm or applause greeted him even after Frank, at the end, announced his name. I felt somewhat vindicated. I was not the only person ignorant of Eric Clapton.
During another number, Carl Franzoni led the freaks onstage. Their flamboyant dancing with its sexual overtones astonished the audience. [...]
The next evening [...] Gail woke me at eleven, just in time to see the second show.
We came back and played at the Shrine Exposition Hall in L.A. and that's where Eric Clapton sat in with us and naturally we jammed some blues.
Although the Blues Image ran Thee Image, one of the key participants was a promoter named Marshall Brevetz. He seems to have been a big mover and shaker on the Florida rock scene in 1968. He organized two outdoor concerts in 1968 at Gulfstream Park (May 18-19 and December 28-30) in Hallandale, FL. Hallandale is fairly near to Thee Image. The Dead played the Hollywood Pop Festival in December 1968 (Hollywood is a small town near Hallandale). Brevetz worked with future Woodstock promoter Michael Lang on these concerts.
I saw [Jimi Hendrix] at the Cafe Au Go Go when he played with us and at a pop festival in Miami where we worked with him. That's when he burned his guitar and I got it about a year-and-a-half later from the guy who used to be one of his roadies, a guy called Howard Parker. We also jammed with him at this little club called The Castaways or something like that in Miami because all the groups who were playing at the festival were staying at this same hotel. And there was a bar and we had a jam session there. Yeah, I think he was good. I enjoyed playing with him.
I remember on the first day we were right in the middle of our show when Hendrix came and landed in a helicopter behind the stage. It was so loud that we had to stop playing and wait for the thing to quieten down. The band just stopped and as soon as it was all over, we just continued where we'd left off.
Most of the bands stayed at the same hotel called The Castaways and there was a bar in there. After the last show of the night, the place was full of musicians and groupies. The resident band had already done their thing, so they let us use their equipment and we just jammed some blues.
I got to play with Hendrix again which I always enjoyed. [...]
That's the first time I met Arthur Brown and saw him set his head on fire.
Frank and Jimi met again in New York in 1968. In the 9 May 1968 issue of the Village Voice appeared an advertisement for The Scene club stating . . . "We got together the other night. TRAFFIC played. They were great. You could have come. The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Fat Frankie . . . , Zappa, Yardbirds, Chas Chandler . . . and even I [Steve Paul] managed to come."
A few weeks later, on Saturday, 18 May 1968, both Zappa and Hendrix performed at the 'Underground Pop Festival' on the Gulf Stream Race Track, Hallandale, Florida, along with Arthur Brown, Blue Cheer, and John Lee Hooker. Next day all performances were cancelled due to horrendous rainstorms. So the musicians all fled to a little coastal hotel called the Castaways Hotel, where Jimi, Noel, Frank, Jimmy Carl Black [Zappa's drummer], and Arthur Brown had a jam at The Wreck Bar. Michael Jeffery's secretary Trixie Sullivan was among the spectators . . . "They had a jam session that night. Who else was there, oh, John Lee Hooker, Frank Zappa—it was absolutely incredible . . . " It was also here in Florida that Frank Zappa obtained the burned remains of the so-called 'Hendrix Strat'.
The encounter in Miami turned out to be the last time Frank and Jimi saw each other.
It was also here in Florida that Frank Zappa obtained the remains of not one but two Hendrix Stratocaster guitars.
[...] Frank Zappa mentioned his so-called Hendrix Strat: "Another one of my Strats is the one Hendrix burned at the Miami Pop Festival; it was given to me by this guy who used to be his roadie. I had it hanging on the wall in my basement for years until last year when I gave it to Rex [Bogue] and said, 'Put this sucker back together,' because it was all tore up. The neck was cracked off, the body was all fired, and the pickups were blistered and bubbled. [...] A lot of people thought I had Hendrix' guitar from Monterey, but it was from Miami; the one at Monterey was white, and this one is sunburst . . . [...]" (Guitar Player, January 1977, p. 25).
[...] Hendrix researcher Michael Fairchild [...] put forth an interesting theory in his article 'The Ultimate Hendrix Gear Guide/Part 2' for Guitar Shop magazine (issue #4, Winter 1995, p. 60): that the burned Hendrix Strat owned by Frank Zappa "must be" the Strat Jimi burned at "The Astoria" in London, back on 31 March 1967, since Jimi didn't burn any guitar at the pop festival in Hallandale, Florida, on 18 May 1968. [...]
UniVibes subscriber Doug Anderson recently informed me about a meeting which took place in his amplifier repair shop, the "Tone Zone" in Los Angeles, with guitarist Dweezil Zappa, son of Frank Zappa: "Dweezil came to my shop in April 1997 with his father's so-called burned Hendrix Strat. Dweezil told me that he thought that a Hendrix roadie gave his father the burned Strat plus another Strat neck at the same time at the 'Miami Pop Festival' in May 1968. The roadie just threw the neck in because it might be repairable."
So now we have one burned Strat body; plus two Strat necks—the burned Strat neck which originally belonged to the burned Strat, and a second Strat neck, which nowadays in is a bad (rotten) state.
[...] The burned "Astoria" neck is currently owned by guitarist Bobby Robles from Los Angeles. Robles was a friend and client of the late Rex Bogue, who passed away in February 1996.
[...] The rotted Strat neck was discovered in mid 1996 by Dweezil Zappa, when he found it stored in an open plastic bag under the outside stairs of his father's garage in Los Angeles. The neck had received a lot of moisture over the years and had started to rot away. Shortly afterwards, Dweezil had one of his custom Iceman guitars painted by Dan Lawrence. Dweezil was so pleased with his work that he made a gift to Dan—a rotted Strat neck, which once belonged to Jimi Hendrix.
We were [in Jacksonville, Florida] the night that Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated [April 4, 1968]. What a scary place to be on that date. [...] Dad decided it was time to go back to California.
At first we rented a two-bedroom apartment in Montclair for $90 a month. But by August, with me and Carl heading back to school, my Dad decided to take a job at Lockheed, and so in 1968 we moved to Burbank.
Frank had paid for their family to return to California from Florida.
Frank informed the Mothers that he'd made his decision, his future with the band would end as soon as they agreed a suitable date and, he added emphatically, this decision was final. [...]
And so when the band returned [from San Bernardino] on Sunday [June 2, 1968] morning and Frank and Ian entered the house together, laughing and joking, a rare occurrence in recent days, I stopped and stared. [...]
"Frank made the point," Ian said, "that he could not compose effectively when he had to waste his time teaching the guys their parts, so I suggested, 'How about I take over rehearsals, I teach the guys the arrangements and you join us when the guys are ready?' And, finally, he agreed." [...]
The next day, after rehearsal, Frank dictated a long letter to each of the Mothers. He reiterated that Ian would, in future, rehearse the band. He thanked them for their hard work and dedication over the past four years and affirmed how much he looked forward to working with them in future.
This is when we went back to rehearsing at the Lindy Opera House. They had a small studio there that we rented. [...] Frank had passed the job of rehearsing the band over to Ian, who was OK at what he did.
Frank had talked about BB King and Booker T, the warm-up acts for the evening, and I looked forward to meeting them, but there were so many black musicians backstage, I could not distinguish who was who. When BB King began his set, Frank called me over to stand with him and Ian by the side of the stage. "These are the people you should be watching. If you want to hear real music, listen to these guys. They should be topping the bill. We're diddly-shit by comparison."
There was no mistaking the bitterness in his voice. I had to admit BB King's band played instinctive, swirling, throbbing, emotional music that prickled under my skin. So when the Mtohers finally took to the stage, they sounded awful. Their numbers droned through one and a half hours that felt like three. [...] Whatever it was, their performance sounded disjointed and lacked brilliance.
The following two nights when [Miss] Christine's friends, the freaks—who'd hitch-hiked from LA and hung around Frank all afternoon—joined the Mothers onstage, the Mothers' set continued to lack the lustre, fun, dynamism and sheer virtuosity I'd heard before.
"Al and I were at school together," Frank told me. "He'll take you to Disneyland."
While Frank got on the phone to Al, I allowed my mind to wander. [...] Al showed up two days later, a handsome man with even features and a dashing smile—but he wore slacks, a white shirt, v-neck jumper, tie and blazer, his fair hair cut short to the nape of his neck and parted neatly on one side. He could have stepped out of the 1950s. [...]
Now today, Saturday 14 June, Al and I were due to our second date. He had arranged to take me to Anaheim for the Mothers' concert [...]. During the ride home in Al's car, I perched in the back behind Frank while he ran through who'd played well, who'd "fucked up" and the audience response. He pointedly gossiped with Al about old friends and families they knew back in Cucamonga.
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ad and review. GUAMBO 2, Free Press Bastille Day Bash. MOI played outside on the pier, but inside show was closed down before MOI could play.
We played a three-day gig at a place called the Cheetah, which was right out on the beach in Santa Monica, because it was the 2nd anniversary of the death of Lenny Bruce. It was a little festival, and the bands played right outside the Cheetah on the pier in the afternoon and then we moved our equipment inside and played that night again. We played with Chicago and Spirit and that was the first time I'd heard Chicago play. They blew me away and actually blew the whole band away.
If I already admired Frank's magnetic presence onstage, it was not until I witnessed several jam sessions at the house that I learned what a unique guitarist he could be. It came to light during the longest and best session, when Sugar Cane Harris made a surprise visit. He joined Captain Beefheart with two of his band, Jack and Arthur, and Frank and three of the Mothers—Ian, Artie and Don Preston. They played seven hours of throbbing, vibrating blues, rock'n'roll, doo-wop and jazz.
[...] In quieter moments, [FZ] reverted to strumming accompaniments. Motorhead arrived and added tambourine and blasts on the saxophone, and even Dick [Barber] got involved, snorting and grunting on Frank's hand signals, the whole cacophony captured on Frank's Uher tape recorder balanced on a chair.
From time to time Gail and Moon and Christine and some of her friends ran down to sit on the floor and watch in wonderment, just as hypnotised as I was.
That evening, I watched a brilliant concert by the Mothers at the Cheetah, two sets of doo-wop, comedy, rock'n'roll and driving jazzy/classical instrumentals, all of it written and directed by Frank, and rehearsed to every exact note. The audience's tumultuous applause said it all. They'd really caught on to the Mothers' unique brand of entertainment and Ian's rehearsals were clearly paying off.
There was a gigantic free concert inside and outside the Cheetah called GUAMBO, the Great Underground Arts Masked Ball & Orgy! Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention and many bands played for free. There had been previous GUAMBO shows in clubs in Hollywood also with The Mothers that were great until the cops closed them. The police said it was very dangerous because there were too many happy hippies dancing and there were half naked hippie girls waving flowers at the police! Then GUAMBO moved to the Cheetah. The 1968 GUAMBO concert at the Cheetah was called the Bastille Day Bash. Everyone was supposed to come in costumes and to bring musical instruments and their own dope! It was crazy, mad and wild with 25,000 hippies with flowers, masks, silly hats, body painting, painted bare feet and some gals in G-strings! There may have even been a man or two in G-strings! It was sponsored by the local underground newspaper, the L.A. Free Press. Unfortunately, the largest underground free newspaper, the L.A. Free Press is long gone and only our own beloved Free Venice Beachhead carries on. So support this newspaper!
Gail insists the well-traveled story that Zappa booted Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithful from the cabin for inebriation is not true. "What I recall is that [Jagger] came over with Marianne Faithful, and she spent a few minutes demonstrating her ability on the tambourine and then pulled her clothing apart to reveal the bruises it caused on her ass and on her hip. That was very exciting. I also remember that Frank had gotten a splinter in his foot—we were all walking around barefoot, and there were these wood floors that hadn't been taken care of—and Mick Jagger got down on his hands and knees and grabbed Frank's foot in order to see what kind of assistance he could offer. Frank was really taken aback by that. I have very strong feelings about it—it was very genuine and very spontaneous."
On the day Mick Jagger stopped by for his first visit, one of the above-mentioned splinters crammed itself into the end of the big toe on my right foot, just as I was making my way to the door.
I greeted Mr. Jagger, hopping on one foot. He asked why I was behaving in this manner. I told him about the splinter and hobbled over to a chair. He followed, got on the floor in front of me, located the little wooden tormentor and removed it. We spent about an hour after that discussing European history.
News had travelled all around Hollywood that Mick Jagger would visit Frank, and freaks from everywhere had besieged the house. Apparently, when Mick and Marianne Faithfull walked in, twenty people lazed casually in the living room, and although it was not unusual for the house to be overrun, it was unusual for visitor to collect together in one place. Frank had made no protest.
[The day after Mick Jagger's visit], by the evening, things had calmed down and while the Mothers readied for their rehearsal, the house gradually filled up with the usual myriad of visitors. Christine introduced Frank to a fresh-faced twenty-year-old called Alice Cooper. They stood holding hands and looked like twins from a comic strip, all stretched-out with skinny arms and legs. Frank agreed to audition Alice's band the next day at seven o'clock.
Captain Beefheart and some of his band arrived, as did the usual motley crew of GTO's. Even Herbie and Mutt made an appearance. Then, in amongst all of this, PamZ nearly flipped when Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithfull snaked back in. From what I learned later, an evening of pulsating, throbbing, thunderous music followed, with Mick Jagger and Captain Beefheart competing for supremacy on vocals.
After the audition Don and I jumped into his car, this big old bitchin' Mark IV Jaguar, and drove into Laurel Canyon to Frank Zappa's house. [...] I think Absolutely Free had been done, I don't think We're Only In It For The Money had been released yet. So we go down to Frank's place—Tom Mix's old house in Laurel Canyon. There's tons of people hanging around in this big old log cabin and I'm pretty nervous. So we went downstairs and ran into Frank. He was very cordial and animated and there's people everywhere. Women were all over the place—what an experience!
It turns out Frank was trying to put together this Rock 'n' Roll Circus thing, which The Stones later put together without him. I don't know how many Rolling Stones were there at the time, but Mick Jagger certainly was, as were The Who and Marianne Faithful. She was so ripped she was drooling—but what a babe—I was star struck! [...]
Downstairs at Frank's was the first time I saw Art Tripp. He had just joined the Mothers and he was playing drums. Frank was rehearsing some tunes with a string section, clarinets and various other session players. Also, there was a one lane bowling alley down there! [...] I ended up in this jam session in a circle of people about six or seven feet apart and we're playing "Be-Bop-a-Lu-La"! Don was to my immediate left wearing his big madhatter hat and to his immediate left was Mick Jagger and right around the circle all these people were playing, Frank included.
So I'm jamming with these guys almost too nervous to be able to move or breathe. I started to ease up after I noticed that Jagger seemed to be equally intimidated. Then we went into Muddy Waters' "Rollin' & 'I'umblin'" and a couple of blues things and that was it. It was such a strange experience—somehow just out of nowhere I'm down in Hollywood meeting Frank Zappa and this whole entourage of famous people like Jagger, Marianne Faithful and Pete Townshend. What an audition! There I was 19 years old and I'm very taken with these big important people.
I remember (Frank) coming down the big stairway that was in the center of everything—like a movie or something . . . it was a big day for me because Jagger and the Who and all (were there)—because (Jagger) was putting that Rock And Roll Circus thing together.
The next evening [after the jam session] Marianne Faithfull [...] invited us, with her usual flurry of arm-waving and over-the-top gestures, to Sunset Sound Studios to watch Mick Jagger mix the Stones' latest album, Beggars Banquet. [...]
Frank and Gail joined Mick, Keith Richards, their producer Jimmy Miller and sound engineer Glyn Johns at the mixing board. Politely, Frank watched Mick at work, although very soon he was pitching in with suggestions and ideas. Maybe that's why Keith Richards seemed to lose interest halfway through and withdrew with his girlfriend Anita Pallenberg. Anita, very pretty, full-fringed, tall and waif-like, seemed more serious than Marianne and sat at the desk adding her own ideas on many of the run-throughs. At other times, she and Marianne chatted to the GTO's, Pamela, Sparkie and Lucy, or they hob-knobbed together like close friends, whispering and giggling.
We heard version of "Jigsaw Puzzle," "Salt of the Earth" and "Street Fighting Man."
MOTHERS OF INVENTION cordially invites you to join them on Tuesday July 23, 1968 when they will be taking over the WHISKY A GO GO for 5 full hours of unprecedented merryment which will be secrely recorded for an upcoming record album.
Dress xxxxxxxxx optional.
Starting sometime in the evening.
Tuesday 23 July, a magical day at the Whisky a Go-Go, a gala performance. Not only were the Mothers on top form again, whipping everyone into a frenzy with "God Bless America" (a portion of which later appeared on the Uncle Meat album); the GTO's sang "Getting to Know You" and "Doo Wah Diddy" to half-hearted applause; Wild Man Fischer wailed out his number to a stunned crowd; while Joseph Peresonti, an Elvis Presley imitator, belted out "Jail House Rock" and brought the house down.
We played one or two nights at the Whisky and Frank had it recorded by Wally Heider on his new 8-track mobile studio.
Photographer: George Rodriguez
[Art Tripp, Roy Estrada, Don Preston, Bunk Gardner, JCB, Motorhead, Ian Underwood, Ray Collins, FZ]
Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention—Los Angeles, CA—1968 (Photo by: George Rodriguez/Cache Agency) [Art Tripp, Roy Estrada, Don Preston, Bunk Gardner, JCB, Motorhead, Ian Underwood, Ray Collins, FZ]
[Ray Collins, FZ, Roy Estrada, JCB]
Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention—Los Angeles, CA—1968 (Photo by: George Rodriguez/Cache Agency) [Ray Collins, FZ, Roy Estrada, JCB]
[Ray Collins, Bunk Gardner, FZ, Roy Estrada, Motorhead]
[Ray Collins, JCB, Bunk Gardner, Motorhead, Art Tripp, FZ, Roy Estrada]
Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention—Los Angeles, CA—1968 (Photo by: George Rodriguez/Cache Agency) [Ray Collins, Bunk Gardner, FZ, Roy Estrada, Motorhead]
Frank Zappa—Los Angeles, CA—1968 (Photo by: George Rodriguez/Cache Agency)
Kim Fowley performs with Frank Zappa and the Mothers at the Whisky in Los Angeles, CA—1966 (Photo by: George Rodriguez/Cache Agency) [Ray Collins, Bunk Gardner, JCB, Kim Fowley, FZ, Roy Estrada, Ian Underwood]
Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention—Photo: Yoram Kahana/Shooting Star
Frank Zappa (circa 1970's) Photo Credit: Yoram Kahana/Shooting Star—ZappaAtWhiskey
The most likely date is July 23, 1968—the day they recorded "God Bless America."
Additional Informants: Al Fresco, Charles Ulrich, Tan Mitsugu
That first independent label deal was as a result of a lawsuit that was brought against MGM. They were happy to give me an independent deal because we had caught them doing something with the books that was not . . . right. So they figured you know, this stuff will never sell, he'll be out of business in 15 minutes—let him do it.
Eventually, MGM made an 'innocent mistake': they missed an option pickup. They forgot to send us the little piece of paper that says, "We pick up your option—you are still under contract to us—we still want you to make records for us."
With that as leverage, we negotiated a 'logo deal.' Bizarre Productions was created: a label within the MGM company structure—a semi-independent entity—and so Cruising with Ruben & the Jets and Mothermania were released on the Bizarre/Verve label, distributed by MGM.
I filed a suit against [MGM] right around the time that the deal was up for renewal. There'd been a certain boost in sales right around that period with We're Only In It For The Money, which did a lot better than the first two albums. They didn't really want us to go, but their royalty statements were in the realm of science fiction. So anyway, by a stroke of luck (namely their failure to pick up the option) we were able to get out of that contract.
Neil Reshen, Frank and Herbie's new business manager, a whiz-kid from New York, had flown over especially for the meeting [...]. He told us about the deal he had struck for Bizarre Incorporated, a company that would oversee Bizarre Records, Bizarre Advertising and Bizarre Films. The Mothers would release one more album for MGM and then transfer to Bizarre. Frank and Herbie would be fifty-fifty partners with Frank acting as president, Herbie as vice-president and, for his efforts as their business adviser, Neil Reshen would handle all the finances and cream five percent off the top.
[July 24, 1968] Frank invited me to another meeting. Neil Reshen, Frank, Mutt, Herbie and Herbie's wife, Suzie [...] sat around a table at Perino's [...]. Neil Reshen [...] said, "We've acquired offices for Bizarre Records on the seventeenth floor at 5545 Wilshire Boulevard, three rooms and a reception area. We take over the lease in two weeks' time but expect to begin business on August nineteenth. We've employed Rick Shaw to set up the office, order the furniture etcetera, and Pauline will help him in this task. Two secretaries will be employed. Herb Cohen will occupy the first office, I will visit two or three days a month and occupy the second, and Grant Gibbs, in charge of publicity and promotions, will use the third."
Frank Zappa, leader of the Mothers of Invention, MGM/Verve group, has formed Bizarre, Inc., an entertainment combine.
Bizarre, established with Herb Cohen, manager, plans to build an artist roster around avant-garde/contemporary acts. The Mothers of Invention have a contract with MGM/Verve that expires Oct. 1.
The company will have seven divisions, including Bizarre Records, publishing, TV radio programming, management, motion pictures and advertising/public relations. Zappa's publishing company is Third Story Music.
Aimed at the album market, Bizarre product will be distributed in the U. S. by Warner Bros.-Seven Arts Records.
The management arm represents Tim Buckley, Linda Ronstadt [and the Stone Poneys], the Mothers of Invention [...] and Fred [Neil].
Grant Gibbs, formerly West Coast advertising & publicity director for MGM/Verve Records, has been appointed marketing director for Bizarre. He'll direct Bizarre's advertising, sales, promotion and publicity division.
The first of the evening's visitors arrived: David Gilmour and Roger Waters of Pink Floyd. [...] Frank invited them to the studio to hear tapes of the Whisky a Go-Go concert.
[...] Back at the house, an explosion of food seemed to have filled the kitchen, its surfaces splattered with bits of bread, milk and cheese. Too drunk to feel guilty, Jeff Beck and Rod Stewart, a virtual unknown in LA, slouched aside so Frank and Gail could pass through without a word.
Howard Kaylan and Mark Volman rolled in amid shouts and great bluster, their chirpy voices stirring me to step into the living room. [...] Howard and Mark of the Turtles had produced more hits, experienced more fame, known more popularity than Frank, but that did not prevent him from hoisting his elbows onto the back of the sofa and suggesting, "Why don't you two join the Mothers?" They appeared embarrassed and sidestepped the offer.
[...] I led [Wild Man Fischer] through the living room, where our arrival proved the perfect cue for Howard and Mark to depart. [...]
A tall, thin figure, silhouetted against the sun in the fornt doorway, looked in wistfully. Overdressed for August, he wore a neat suit and tie. [...] The man approached. He had short, oily black hair and a narrow moustache, "My name is Raven. I brought you a present." [...]
The next day, Friday 2 August, [FZ] left in haste with the Mothers at five-thirty in the morning for a two-week tour of the States.
Frank's two-week tour with the Mothers would be his longest absence from the log cabin so far. Those of us left behind remained jittery because Raven's spirit seemed to hang around the house for days and it was a relief when the new bodyguard, Kansas, whom Frank had hastily arranged to come over from New York to guard us, arrived. Kansas would replace Dick Barber, who moved on to become the band's road manager.
That's where Frank gave us the music to a piece that was called "The Hunchback Duke" which later became known as "Little House I Used To Live In." He had been writing a lot of new music on the road during that tour. We rehearsed it every day before the show and we were just starting to get acquainted with it. As with lots of the pieces he was writing, we would learn them in sections. I think the song "Agency Man" was written around the time that the Convention was happening.
[Art Tripp] said that Ray Collins had to leave the band once because he caught hepatitis, and that he was thinking of quitting anyway.
Zappa had effectively assumed control of the band, leading to tension. Collins had been ambivalent about the Mothers ever since Zappa relocated the band from Pomona to Hollywood to pursue a record deal.
Under Zappa, the Mothers weren't the same band Collins had signed up for. Quitting became a running joke.
"I think I did it four times, maybe," Collins says. "I didn't like doing that stuff onstage. Too much comedy, too much making fun of stuff."
While clowning around was part of his personality, "I wanted to make beautiful music. I was raised on Johnny Mathis and Nat King Cole."
He does regret quitting precisely when he did: The band was headed to Seattle [August 24, 1968], and he still has never been there.
It was in 1968. We were in Chicago [August 14-17, 1968] driving to the gig. Ian was driving. Frank was in the shotgun seat, and Ray and I sat in the back seat. We'd been laughing and joking, when all of a sudden out of the blue, Ray said, "Frank I think I'm going to quit the band." There was a stunned silence. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. Frank finally asked him when he was going to leave. That was his last tour, although Ray played a few gigs with us again in California. I recall one in San Diego [April 12, 1969] just after that idiot from the Doors had exposed himself on stage [March 1, 1969]. Ray made some great stage jokes about the guy at that concert.
To me, Ray was the soul and spirit of the Mothers. He not only had a great voice, but his limitless sense of humor, and his odd way of looking at things made him a joy to be with both on and off stage. When he left, it really was never the same again. He performed both the satire and difficult charts so well, that I never knew until much later that he really didn't like doing that stuff.
Ray has always been a true vagabond, and resisted being tied down or being told what to do. He loved to sing, and he never gave a damn about money. We still correspond once in awhile. And Ray is just as contented today as he ever was.
Ray's last stint was during the summer of 1968. It was a tour of the Midwest. Him and Frank weren't getting along, nothing new. [...]
During the tour Ray got Hepatitis and of course he turned yello, a sort of gold color. He was really ill but he managed to finish the tour.
IT: Ray Collins was fantastic.
Z: He was good—he didn't enjoy singing [my lyrics]—in fact one of the reasons he left the group was that he didn't like the songs—he hated them.
Phyllis, the new [Bizarre Inc.] girl, [and Neil Reshen] were both from New York.
In the later years, when we were in L.A. and Frank was living in the "log cabin"—Tom Mix's old log house up in Laurel Canyon—he would occasionally want to hear live musicians play some charts he had written. These weren't charts for the Mothers, but for classical players. Frank would put out the word that he wanted musicians to come and voice some new charts. It was amazing—I remember seeing carloads of symphony players show up with their French horns and bassoons and everything. I mean there must have been twenty or twenty five of these people from the local symphonies with all the instruments you learned about in "Music 101." Gail would put out a bunch of folding chairs and music stands probably rented a few hours earlier. The musicians would sit down and tune up, and Frank would pass out the charts and climb up onto his little homemade podium with his baton. They weren't being paid, but Frank had such a reputation as a composer that these people volunteered to come and play just so they could read his charts! Whole days were spent doing this. I just sat there and watched the faces of these players. It was like they'd been turned loose in some sort of musical Disneyland or Oz! we never recorded any of if that I recall. It was amazing—a wonder to behold!
The cabin, Gail says, had begun to attract "an unsavory element, and that element became more prevalent than we felt comfortable with." On September 6 or 7, 1968—Gail can't remember which—she and Frank moved to quieter quarters in the canyon.
Meeting held July 24th, 1968.
Points raised were as follows:
1. The proposition was made to charter three planes for the Mothers' trip to Europe in September. This project is to be advertised, possibly nationwide, as a package deal for people to buy tickets to travel with the Mothers. Cost of the ticket will include return fare to and from Europe with free tickets for the concerts in both Essen and London. Frank suggested that extra appeal should be given by ensuring accommodations in Germany or any such idea. The rest of the time the Mothers are in Europe, these people would be on their own. Herbie is to check with vaious travel agents for the best deal.
2. Photographer. To get in touch with Barry Feinstein to see if he would come to Europe to shoot the Mothers on tour. Tony Palmer?
We flew from New York to London and then to Dusseldorf. We had a two-hour break in London before changing planes and I bought some nice shades there in the airport. The ones that I have on in the little booklet that comes with the Uncle Meat album. That picture of me with my cigarette hangin' out of my mouth, sitting on a stool.
We were well taken care of on that tour. $250 a week went to our families back home [...]. The band was getting per diem eveyday so we had money to spend.
The first time I went to Germany I was scared to go there. We went there in  to play in Essen. The only thing I knew about Germany was submarine movies, all that kind of stuff and it was all 'Achtung—Achtung—Achtung!!'. And we got off the plane in Düsseldorf and there're men with machine guns in the airport. We didn't have machine guns in US airports—soldiers walking all with machine guns!!—everybody in the band goes: "What the fuck is going on here?"
What happened to me the first time that I went there? Remember, we played in Essen and I just read this book The Arms of Krupp with all the horrors of what went on, and then looking at this town and thinking of all the stuff I read in this book. I must say that I was a totally prejudiced individual when I got there.
But at least I'm intelligent enough to open my mind and talk with the people who live there and I can easily admit that my first impressions and second impressions, too, because when we went to Berlin and played and we had the riot in 1968, I never wanted to go back to Germany again.
Our first ever gig in Germany was at the University of Essen. [...] The Fugs were also on this bill. [...] I went and saw Guru Guru and The Nice for the first time and we had a great time.
[...] The German bands would go on and start singing their political songs and one side of the audience would be cheering and the other side would be throwing beer bottles at them. [...]
So we went on and it was great because the Germans loved us. They threw toilet paper at us. [...] We found out later that it meant they liked us, but we weren't sure when it was happening! At least they weren' throwing beer bottles at us.
Brazilian composer Gilberto Mendes celebrates his 90th birthday with a 12-hour interview, split in 90 videos, called "90 anos, 90 vezes" (90 years, 90 times).
The whole interview is in Portuguese, as you might suppose.
And below follows a curious excerpt of the interview:
"[...] Frank Zappa, the rocker. He was there. [...]
I remember that he asked many questions during the debates and the discussions, after the lectures. He was the person who made more questions and polemics [...].
In fact, I saw this guy talking, and didn't even know who he was. Julio Medaglia, who also was there, that told me:
—That guy is Fank Zappa.
He was getting famous by that time. He was already well known in the rock scene [...]"
Sorry for the bad translation, but I did my best.
Gilberto Mendes went to the "Darmstadt International Summer Courses for New Music" in 1962 and 1968.
In the previous claims about Zappa in Darmstadt, the year cited was 1962, which is very unlikely, for many reasons, as discussed elsewhere.
But 1968 would be more probable. Zappa already had his passport, and he was in Germany between September and October 1968.
Unfortunately, I was not able to confirm if Julio Medaglia also went to Darmstadt in 1968. Although I watch the whole 12 hours, Medaglia is cited only in his 1962 trip. So the mistery remains unsolved.
We had a night off, so we went out to a jazz club and saw Don Cherry. We got to talking to him and found out that he had heard about us through Archie Shepp, from when we were playing at the Garrick Theater.
He was living in Copenhagen at that time so Frank invited him to our concert to sit in with us. He came down but didn't play his trumpet and instead played the African flutes. We just started improvising in a kind of 9/8 feel, real spacey, and that improvised piece of music really soared and went on for a while.
From Copenhagen we went to Hamburg and played at the Market Hall; and they really showered us with toilet paper there!
On the Sunday, we drove to Bremen and did the Beat Club TV show. The two girls you can see dancing on the video are Bonnie and Laura because they followed us around on that whole tour. Once again, we taped that show with The Nice.
After [the Beat Club] show, we went back to Hamburg and took up where we left off the night before.
Once again we had about three days before the gig, but this time we had rehearsals because Frank had written a piece for a six-piece chamber group that he had hired from the Vienna Symphony. It was kind of like a scaled-down version of what would happen at the Royal Festival Hall in London.
[...] On the night of the performance, we found out that there was some kind of strange rule that any member of the symphony orchestra who played with anybody other than the orchestra had to wear these special robes. It was some tradition. They looked like Ku Klux Klan outfits with big pointed hoods with two eyes and the hole for breathing and they were made out of cloth, neatly ironed and all the way to the ground. So, these guys went out with their robes on and played their opening piece that Frank had written. In the meantime, we were backstage looking around when we found the room where the robes and the hoods were. Six of us put robes and the hoods on. These guys finished their piece and got a real big applause as they came off the stage. The audience were screaming for an encore. The six of us walked out on to the stage and took the bows, waved at the people, the whole thing. Then we just turned around and started packing each other, like a bunch of dogs, doing all these crazy things. Then we all got on our instruments, ripped the robes off and started playing. So that was the beginning of our concert.
What was your reaction to the Festival Hall audience last year?
I was surprised that they didn't catch on to what we were doing quicker. They didn't at all, did they? No, they didn't. They missed the whole point of it. And another thing that's not generally known is that that show cost us 5,000 dollars just to get those musicians to record it, film it, get the costumes, make arrangements with the Hall itself to put on that kind of a show. It cost us money to do that. But I thought it was worth it. We recorded a very good album out of it, which will be our next record—out around July.
When we got back from the 1968 European Tour, just before the elections for the president in 1968 [November 5, 1968], we had a big meeting with Frank and Herb and signed a new contract with Bizarre Records/Warner Bros. We got $1000 each for signing and they also paid us $500 each for the recording sessions we'd done for Ruben & The Jets and uncle Meat—which was nothing compared to the time we put in!
[...] the two new members of The Mothers, Lowell [George] and Buzz [Gardner].
I used to take Bunk to rehearse at Frank Zappa's house. As I knew Don and Bunk, I had a few conversations with Frank. At that time they were going on tour in Europe. Frank told me I would be added to the band after they came back.
I got into The Mothers to replace Ray [Collins]—an impossible job, because no-one can replace Ray. He's a singer par excellence and has a sense of humour that I couldn't hope to get near. He did amazing things, very very funny things. Well I wound up playing more guitar than singing. I was initially hired to be the singer because I guess Frank thought I could sing, but I really ended up playing more guitar than singing. We wound up doing a lot more instrumental stuff. I appeared on a couple of albums although I didn't get credited for the albums I appeared on, I got credited on other albums, because at that period everything was sort of in a state of flux that those moments were never chronicled. No-one ever scribed who did what and when.
Lowell George came into the band—Lowell had a band in California called The Factory, guys that had opened for us on several occasions. Lowell was very young at the time. He stayed with us for about eight months, just up until the time that we went to Europe. In 1969 Frank gave him his walking papers so to speak, told him that he thought Lowell ought to start his own band—I told him at the time that if he did, he should call it 'Little Feet' because he had little bitty feet. And, as it turned out, that's pretty much what happened.
Frank hired Lowell because we needed a singer and he was a great singer and also a great guitar player. Lowell was so fuckin' proud to be in The Mothers of Invention and Roy and I were happy about him joining because we liked Lowell a whole bunch. He was only about 5'6'' tall, a short guy, but kind of heavy set with his little feet like flippers. He was a very funny guy.
Lowell added a lot to the band as he could play a mean slide guitar. We started doing more blues things and more boogie stuff like "Pachuco Hop" and also started doing "Here Lies Love" and "Lonely, Lonely Nights" which was a Johnny "Guitar" Watson song.
We played a show at Fullerton College in California. Ian Underwood wasn't at the gig because he had caught the Flu pretty bad. "Wild Man" Fischer played with us on that show and Dick Kunc gave me a copy of that show. Some years later, that tape seemed to disappear. Later, I saw a bootleg album which contained exactly what was on that tape.
It is not enough to say that The Mothers of Invention, who appeared in concert Saturday night at the Berkeley Community Theater are funny. They are brilliant satirists and absolutely unique and first rate musically as well. [...]
And they really can play. There are two good saxophone players in the band and the rhythm section swings and Zappa is a fine guitarist. [...]
They are a kind of total theater. They assault you with references to an assumed body of knowledge that details the 1950s with a documentary maker's touch. Their bit about "Louie Louie," for instance, is absolutely perfect. They set the entire thing up, discuss the kind of person who would ask for it, and what that implies with deadly accuracy.
At one point, responding to a call for the audience, Zappa brought the audience into the show in a kind of put-on of audience participation, the Living Theater and the rest. He explained his hand signals for the orchestra's vocal effects and then directed the audience to stand and make the indicated vocal sounds while the two side sections waved their arms and the center section grabbed their crotch. And they did!
"Don't we look foolish with the lights on?" he remarked and then told the people they were an audience again and would respond en masse to "hootenannies, politicians' promises and Madison Avenue, as well as instructions like this." A more devastating demonstration of his point could not have been made.
[Gail's] house had turned from the home of a talented composer into another hippy pad with a new family: Carl, Frank's quiet and reserved younger brother; Squidget, Gail's sixteen-year-old brother newly arrived from Hawaii; Janet, Gail's friend, who had replaced Christine as Moon's nanny; Kansas who had set himself up in the pool house; and PamZ who held out in the small guest house, a mystery that I'd given up trying to solve.
[Lowell George, JCB, Roy Estrada, Don Preston, Bunk Gardner, Motorhead, FZ, Ian Underwood, Art Tripp.]
[Roy Estrada, Buzz Gardner, Motorhead, Bunk Gardner, FZ, Ian Underwood, JCB, Don Preston, Lowell George, Art Tripp.]
95RR-inlay: Previously unused promo-photo by Ed Caraeff of the ever growing Mothers. (captured directly from the moldy contact sheet)
[Neal Smith's drumset, Lowell George, FZ.]
I do remember those cheesy curtains at the Shrine Exp. Hall. They were used to wall off a raised stage. They tended to billow a little depending upon the air movement, which added to the mystery.
[...] The pic must have been taken during a sound check. They had probably just moved Neal [Smith]'s tubs onto the platform (or were about to be removed)— either for [Alice] Cooper's sound check, or for preparation for their place in the line-up for the evening shows. The drum riser was fairly long (L to R) because it had to accommodate both mine and JCB's drumsets. Since I always set up to Jim's left, the drumset in the picture was right where mine would be.
[Ian Underwood, Buzz Gardner, Bunk Gardner, Motorhead]
Frank Zappa's Christmas show at the Shrine auditorium this past weekend, with an entourage of performers from his Bizarre Productions, displayed the talent which has earned him the genius status he enjoys in the music industry.
Highlighting the cast was Wildman Fisher, the GTO's and Zappa's own group, the Mothers of Invention.
[...] Wildman Fisher's repertoire consists of personalized anecdotes and memoirs sung to the accompaniment of a paper guitar. Frequently pausing to tune the paper, Fisher strummed and strutted his way through six poignant numbers.
The GTO's are six young ladies and one man (dressed as Santa Claus for the ocassion) who are so out of it that they are in. Their offereing was an elaborate production number in which each assumed the role of a coquette asking Santa for a special wish.
Zappa and the Mothers (there are now 10 of them) provided a finale by performing some of their earlier songs as well as some from their latest album, "Ruben and the Jets." The earlier songs were complex orchestrated pieces which establish Zappa's musical brilliance.
[...] The last part of his set was a droll tribute to old rock 'n' roll that included banal rhythms, suberb harmonies and inane lyrics tightly woven around themes related to the problems of adolescence.
[Ian Underwood, Miss Pamela, Miss Cinderella, Miss Christine?, Miss Sparky?, Pauline Butcher, FZ]
Miss Pamela singing to the Nick St Nicholas snowman at our really big show at the Shrine Auditorium December '68. We opened for Alice Cooper and the Mothers. What a night. Look at my amazing 20s beaded necklaces! And I was wearing a rhinestone tiara, as I often did.
Once it had been decided they would be known (on future Billboard charts) as the GTO's, they rehearsed nearly every night for two months. The act they debuted at the Shrine Exposition Hall here a few weeks ago was beautifully choreographed and so what if one of the Mothers thinks they're astonishingly flat, can't carry a tune in a bucket.
In December 1968, The Mothers headlined at the Shrine Exposition Hall. The GTOs opened and Roy and I were the girls' rhythm section because we had played on their new album. It was the first concert for them and was a nice concert. I think that Don [Preston] played piano and Lowell played guitar.
Informants: Charles Ulrich, Tan Mitsugu, Javier Marcote
For Christmas that year we all got a medal. That's what Frank gave us for Christmas because that is what Pam (alias Suzie Creamcheese) told him he should do! On the front of mine was a baseball player. It was a really nice bronze medal. On the back it had engraved "Berlin Survival Award 1968."
Special thanks to Javier Marcote.Research, compilation and maintenance by Román García Albertos