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1971 April

Vol. 18 No. 4


Zubin And The Mothers
By F. P. Tullius, pp 149-150, 152, 226-227

IT WAS A NICE California-daylight evening, and outside UCLA’s Pauley Pavilion (the house they built for Alcindor), the crowd milling about and queuing at the wickets looked to be about the size of any good sell-out crowd for the championship Bruin five. Except that its constituents were different. There were lots of lank-haired chicks with nice barefoot dirty feet (dirty bare feet always look cleaner than clean feet that have just been in shoes), lots of fringed buckskin and denim everywhere. Especially denim. Denim cutoffs with tailored leather seams, denim jackets with embroidery, with red reflectors, denim Levis for boys, for girls. Denim must be the one industry that is bullish these days. Because the latest scream is the poor look. Some of the holes at the knees even look as though they’ve been premeditatedly abraded with a nail file. And, in order to get the washed-out look, dumped into Mom’s automatic five or six times in succession. And, to fit like that around the ass, soaked in salt and put on wet. (read more)

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1982 November

Vol. 29 No. 11


20 Questions: Frank And Moon Unit Zappa
By David & Victoria Sheff, pp 174-175, 216-217

 David and Victoria Sheff cornered the father of musical weirdness and his daughter (he has three other children: Dweezil, Ahmet and Diva) in the Zappas' Hollywood Hills home recording studio. The Shells' report: "Never second guess a man wearing shocking-purple blousy pants, a gray-silk shirt, pink socks and red tennis shoes with a silver z on them who once composed a piece of music titled 'Don't You Ever Wash That Thing?' And Moon seems like a very nice person, too." (read more)

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1986 April

Vol. 33 No. 4


Strict Constructionist Of The Year
p 125

Interesting is not the short announcement about P.M.R.C. and Frank Zappa on page 125, but background story told by photographer Paul Natkin (Tipper Gore).

Paul Natkin:

So, one of my clients, Playboy Magazine, asked me to illustrate an article they were doing on the subject. They wanted as portrait of Frank, showing what would happen if the PMRC won. Frank was making an appearance at the “Limelight,” a club in Chicago. I arranged a quick photo session. I bought a quart of milk and a package of Vanilla Wafers, brought all of my stuff down there, set up a white background and wrapped a small box with white paper. I placed the milk and cookies on the block and waited. After a while, Frank was ushered into the room, laughed at the plan, sat down and a great shoot happened.

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1993 April

Vol. 40 No. 4


Playboy Interview: Frank Zappa
a candid conversation with the most original mind in rock music about world affairs, jewish princesses, fighting cancer and life beyond the fringe
Interview by David Sheff, pp 55-56, 59-60, 62, 64-66, 68, 71-72

Music Poll Results
Hall Of Fame - Frank Zappa

p 136

Playboy: You once said that your job is "extrapolating everything to its most absurd extreme." Does that still hold true?

Frank Zappa: It's one of my jobs. I guess it must have been my main job that day. But yes, I like carrying things to their most ridiculous extreme because out there on the fringe is where my type of entertainment lies.

Playboy: Is it frustrating that more people don't get it?

Frank Zappa: The crux of the biscuit is: If it entertains you, fine. Enjoy it. If it doesn't, then blow it out your ass. I do it to amuse myself. If I like it, I release it. If somebody else likes it, that's a bonus.

Playboy: How important is it to offend people?

Frank Zappa: You mean, do I wake up and say, "I think I'll go out and offend somebody today"? I don't do that. I don't write lyrics much anymore, but I offend people just as much with the music itself. I put chords together that I like, but many people want rhythms that they can march to or dance to; they get tangled up trying to tap their foot to my songs. Some people don't like that, which is OK with me. (read more)