The Village Voice
The Balloon Farm became much more than a discotheque, last weekend and the resident combo became much more than a pop-music ensemble
The occasion was the first New York appearance of The Mothers Of Invention, from deepest freakiest L.A. They are the perfect embodiment of all that is super-hyped about West Coast rock.
Forget that one Mother wears a sweatshirt which advertises "Folk you" in bright buttonese. (read more)
1967 May 25
Vol. 12 No. 32
21 Win '67 'Obies'
1968 January 11
Vol. 13 No. 13
Zappa and the Mothers: Ugly Can Be Beautiful
By Sally Kempton, pp 1, 10
It is 1 a. m. on a Friday night and the Mothers of Invention are recording part of the soundtrack for their forthcoming movie. Ian is playing the harpsichord and Bunk is playing the flute. They huddle together in a cluster of microphones, Bunk leaning over Ian's shoulder to read the music propped up on the harpsichord stand. Bunk wears a goatee and a matching moustache, and his long thick hair is gray ( in the studio light it looks like a powdered wig). Resembling a figure in an old etching, he bends closer to Ian, his flute poised, and Ian straightens his back and places his fingers on the harpsicord keys. Poised like musicians at a nineteenth-century musicale, they wait for a signal to begin. One feels they are waiting to play a Mozart sonata. (read more)