Speaking of Frank Zappa -
Long time LA friends told me of interesting lore claiming many 1960’s Hippie musicians (such as Frank Zappa) came from Laurel Canyon, and happened to have parents who had high profile jobs in the military.
Never quite knew what to make of that. However Frank had gone into great detail about what he knew about the Illuminate.
Would of loved to see him live. I liked his later stuff too, ie: Disco Boy, Flakes, Gobblin girl, and Foxhole.
http://www.davesweb.cnchost.com/nwsltr93.html
Inside LC part 1 excerpt -
An uncanny number of rock music superstars will emerge from Laurel Canyon beginning in the mid-1960s and carrying through the decade of the 1970s. The first to drop an album will be The Byrds, whose biggest star will prove to be David Crosby. The bands debut effort, Mr. Tambourine Man, will be released on the Summer Solstice of 1965. It will quickly be followed by releases from the John Phillips-led Mamas and the Papas (If You Can Believe Your Eyes and Ears, January 1966), Love with Arthur Lee (Love, May 1966), Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention (Freak Out, June 1966), Buffalo Springfield, featuring Stephen Stills and Neil Young (Buffalo Springfield, October 1966), and The Doors (The Doors, January 1967).
One of the earliest on the Laurel Canyon/Sunset Strip scene is Jim Morrison, the enigmatic lead singer of The Doors. Jim will quickly become one of the most iconic, controversial, critically acclaimed, and influential figures to take up residence in Laurel Canyon. Curiously enough though, the self-proclaimed Lizard King has another claim to fame as well, albeit one that none of his numerous chroniclers will feel is of much relevance to his career and possible untimely death: he is the son, as it turns out, of the aforementioned Admiral George Stephen Morrison.
And so it is that, even while the father is actively conspiring to fabricate an incident that will be used to massively accelerate an illegal war, the son is positioning himself to become an icon of the hippie/anti-war crowd. Nothing unusual about that, I suppose. It is, you know, a small world and all that. And it is not as if Jim Morrisons story is in any way unique.
During the early years of its heyday, Laurel Canyons father figure is the rather eccentric personality known as Frank Zappa. Though he and his various Mothers of Invention line-ups will never attain the commercial success of the band headed by the admirals son, Frank will be a hugely influential figure among his contemporaries. Ensconced in an abode dubbed the Log Cabin which sat right in the heart of Laurel Canyon, at the crossroads of Laurel Canyon Boulevard and Lookout Mountain Avenue Zappa will play host to virtually every musician who passes through the canyon in the mid- to late-1960s. He will also discover and sign numerous acts to his various Laurel Canyon-based record labels. Many of these acts will be rather bizarre and somewhat obscure characters (think Captain Beefheart and Larry Wild Man Fischer), but some of them, such as psychedelic rocker cum shock-rocker Alice Cooper, will go on to superstardom.
Zappa, along with certain members of his sizable entourage (the Log Cabin was run as an early commune, with numerous hangers-on occupying various rooms in the main house and the guest house, as well as in the peculiar caves and tunnels lacing the grounds of the home; far from the quaint homestead the name seems to imply, by the way, the Log Cabin was a cavernous five-level home that featured a 2,000+ square-foot living room with three massive chandeliers and an enormous floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace), will also be instrumental in introducing the look and attitude that will define the hippie counterculture (although the Zappa crew preferred the label Freak). Nevertheless, Zappa (born, curiously enough, on the Winter Solstice of 1940) never really made a secret of the fact that he had nothing but contempt for the hippie culture that he helped create and that he surrounded himself with.
Given that Zappa was, by numerous accounts, a rigidly authoritarian control-freak and a supporter of U.S. military actions in Southeast Asia, it is perhaps not surprising that he would not feel a kinship with the youth movement that he helped nurture. And it is probably safe to say that Franks dad also had little regard for the youth culture of the 1960s, given that Francis Zappa was, in case you were wondering, a chemical warfare specialist assigned to where else? the Edgewood Arsenal. Edgewood is, of course, the longtime home of Americas chemical warfare program, as well as a facility frequently cited as being deeply enmeshed in MK-ULTRA operations. Curiously enough, Frank Zappa literally grew up at the Edgewood Arsenal, having lived the first seven years of his life in military housing on the grounds of the facility. The family later moved to Lancaster, California, near Edwards Air Force Base, where Francis Zappa continued to busy himself with doing classified work for the military/intelligence complex. His son, meanwhile, prepped himself to become an icon of the peace & love crowd. Again, nothing unusual about that, I suppose.
Zappas manager, by the way, is a shadowy character by the name of Herb Cohen, who had come out to L.A. from the Bronx with his brother Mutt just before the music and club scene began heating up. Cohen, a former U.S. Marine, had spent a few years traveling the world before his arrival on the Laurel Canyon scene. Those travels, curiously, had taken him to the Congo in 1961, at the very time that leftist Prime Minister Patrice Lumumba was being tortured and killed by our very own CIA. Not to worry though; according to one of Zappas biographers, Cohen wasnt in the Congo on some kind of nefarious intelligence mission. No, he was there, believe it or not, to supply arms to Lumumba in defiance of the CIA. Because, you know, that is the kind of thing that globetrotting ex-Marines did in those days (as well see soon enough when we take a look at another Laurel Canyon luminary).
Making up the other half of Laurel Canyons First Family is Franks wife, Gail Zappa, known formerly as Adelaide Sloatman. Gail hails from a long line of career Naval officers, including her father, who spent his life working on classified nuclear weapons research for the U.S. Navy. Gail herself had once worked as a secretary for the Office of Naval Research and Development (she also once told an interviewer that she had heard voices all [her] life). Many years before their nearly simultaneous arrival in Laurel Canyon, Gail had attended a Naval kindergarten with Mr. Mojo Risin himself, Jim Morrison (it is claimed that, as children, Gail once hit Jim over the head with a hammer). The very same Jim Morrison had later attended the same Alexandria, Virginia high school as two other future Laurel Canyon luminaries John Phillips and Cass Elliott.
“many 1960s Hippie musicians (such as Frank Zappa)”
Hippies may have loved Frank Zappa but FZ didn’t like hippies all that much. In fact, he mocked them in his musical material and stage performances.
Flakes! Flakes!
Flakes! Flakes!
They don’t do no good
They never be workin’
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They’re wastin’ mine
California’s got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them
Swear t’God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t’God they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the Flakes
Flakes! Flakes!
They can’t fix yer brakes
You ask ‘em, “Where’s my motor?”
“Well it was eaten by snakes . . .”
You can stab ‘n’ shoot ‘n’ spit
But they won’t be fixin’ it
They’re lyin’ an’ lazy
They can be drivin’ you crazy
Swear t’God they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t’God they got the most
At every business on the coast
(Take it away, Bob. . .)
I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by Friday
Well, the whole damn weekend
Came ‘n’ went, Frankie
(Wanna buy some mandies, Bob?)
‘N’they didn’t do nothin’
But they charged me double for Sunday
You know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat ‘n’ rob you
Then they’ll send you a bill
That’ll get your senses reelin’
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That’ll get you so crazy
Til your head’ll go through th’ ceilin’
Yes it will!
I’m a moron ‘n’ this is my wife
She’s frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here’s
American made
It’s a little bit cheesey,
But it’s nicely displayed
Well we don’t get excited when it
Crumbles ‘n’ breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some Flakes
They rush on over
‘N’ wreck it some more
‘N’ we are so dumb
They’re linin’ up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yesterday afternoon
The plumber he says
“Never flush a tampoon!”
This great information
Cost me half a week’s pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day WOO-OOO
We are millions ‘n’ millions
We’re coming to get you
We’re protected by unions
So don’t let it upset you
Can’t escape the conclusion
It’s probably God’s Will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin’,
Yer puppy is crappin’
You might call us Flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you’re so greedy
That you’ll probably join us
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you
We’re comin’ to get you, we’re comin’ to get you