I went to the library and searched their archives for FZ articles, clippings, etc., especially from his concerts here over the years. And BINGO, I found a TON of stuff. I don't have a scanner, so I can't contribute much to unica's thread but I plan to add to this thread in the near future, where I'll be typing the reviews out...
Here's the first:
Children, this is Alice Cooper's daddy
By Nick Collier
(Sunday, Oct 2, 1975)
You could call him Alice Cooper's daddy. His musical visions have at times seemed so crazed that one is convinced his realities are far removed from those of the remaining world. He is like some weird wizard living in the woods who walks across the to answer his door with querulous complaints about the disturbance.
"Hello, I'm Frank Zappa. Go Away." If you have never had the pleasure of seeing or hearing Zappa and his Mothers Of Invention, the hug trailer rigs parked behind the University of BC War Memorial Gym on Wednesday night might have divulged something of their meter. Emblazoned on the side of each, "ICA - Intercontinental Absurdities." To power the content of these two vehicles required the augmentation of the gym's circuits with a portable generator.
Yet this gang of Mothers utilizing the contents is numerically smaller than before. Terry Bozzio is on drums, Napoleon Murphy Brock handles sax and a large part of vocal leads. Roy Estrada, an original Mother who left to form Little Feat and play with Zappa's long-time buddy Captain Beefheart before returning to the fold, is bass man, Andre Lewis is on keyboards.
This leaves us with Frank. After a keyboard-dominated, sax-filled intro, he wanders unannounced on to the stage. He pulls his hair up into a loose bun, which, in tandem with that prominent nose, makes him look like a turkey (a wizard turkey, please note.) Luckily, he is thin enough to miss Thanksgiving this year.
The guitar around his neck goes to work and two hours of mania served to 4,500 people begins. How would you like to sink your teeth into Swallow My Pride, The Illinois Enema Bandit, Carolina Hard-Core Ecstasy, Lonely Little Girl or Take Your Clothes Off When You Dance?.
If you feel scandalized, there is always Commercy Doowee, an instrumental written for the Mother's impending visit to Yugoslavia, a first for an American band. It is a considerable credit that he has long been considered a major influence for European bands.
Commercy is commenced with intensive picking, which Zappa slowly begins to work up into a jazzy blues exploration. As his notes become more elongated, they are swept up by the sax, moving in to make the close.
Other numbers also have long instrumentals, saved for the most part from monotony by continually changing leads. Zappa overindulges at times and the bass becomes plodding as it works behind him.
Brock's vocals are strong dipping in and out of bass, running at unintelligible speed or indulging in zany, ah, harmony with Zappa and Estrada.
It is at this point that we shield the children's eyes. There is an impromptu striptease that reveals stars-and-stripes underwear. This can only lead to greater depths. A large rag-doll appears and is suitably, symbolically degraded in sadomasochistic simulation as it becomes a surrogate partner for Brock and Zappa.
Next on the agenda is a Sly Stone/James Brown parody that is transformed into an improvised portrait of the degenerate rock-star. Brock struts the stage wearing huge plastic sunglasses (the kind we put on Aunt Wilhelmina when she fell asleep at the New Year's party). He produces a large hypodermic and proceeds to jab it into everyone. Including the doll.
As each member wavers under the influence of the imaginary injection, he is issued a pair of sunglasses. The music shows the effect, slowing to a ponderous rumble, as the vocals stumble into a stupored gargling.
Thus enlightened, we wind our way home down the boulevard. Yes, Frank really did discover deal Alice.
THE WIZARDLY ZAPPA...no Thanksgiving bird, he
I wish I could post the pic they include of FZ falling on the stage floor backwards with his feet up in the air, while playing his guitar and wearing the "Aunt Wilhelmina" sunglasses. But like I said, I have no scanner.
"...I'm absolutely a Libertarian on MANY issues..." ~ Frank Zappa, Rochester, NY, March 11, 1988
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