Two ads in this issue, no more Zappa-related content. Page  2 – small ad "The Mothers is a nice little band". Page 5 – World's Greatest Sinner in cinema.

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Another "kook" I lost track of was the guy who came into the Steve Allen Theatre and looked me in the eye and said: "I play musical bicycle."

I said, "What?"

"I blow bicycle, man. I want to teach Steve how to blow bicycle."

I said okay, go get your bike and show me how it's done. Which is exactly what he did – "tuning" the spokes with a spoke wrench before plucking them. Then he blew a few notes across the open end of the handlebars. This went on for some time, with variations. The melody was intriguing, if less than consistent. (read more)

The Factory finishes its set and The Mothers of Invention go on. This is one of the truly wild scenes of the evening. Frank Zappa in his suit of flowers. His sidemen are garbed similarly and, behind them are five other musicians augmenting the group. Five short haired American Federation of Musician types in black suits, white shirts and black ties. Just sitting there, reading charts, blowing with the Mothers the Mother sound. And the Mother's Auxiliary dancing, dancing, dancing ....

Carl, of "Hungry Freaks, Daddy" fame, is one of the featured dancers now. He is wearing what looks like zebra-skinned long johns with a pop art All-American Superman bib. Two nice ladies are dancing with him, alternating with some of Vito's group ... and from the dance floor comes a man in a mummy suit to join in.  (read more)

This is a 4-page paid advertisement by Zappa. The advertisement has page numbers 9-12 and it belongs to September 9 issue. One of the ads in this issue is The Byrds at The Whisky A Go Go. Below in small letters is written "Sept. 27th - Oct. 2nd 'Suzy Creamcheese' in person".

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LIZA WILLIAMS: Do you see a political solution to what has seen happening on the Strip?

FRANK ZAPPA: What I would like to propose is another party; we have the Republican and Democratic Parties, I would like to propose the Interested Party. Posters, pins, a platform that was a little more logical than two chickens in every pot these might draw some kind of popular support from people who are interested. A platform that stood for re-evaluation of everything in the light of, in terms of, the Constitution as it stands, not as it has been diluted. OK, and temper that with certain advancements in modern technology and certain advancements in sociological fields, take into consideration where we' re really at in terms of the sexual revolution and just look at everything the way it actually is today and set it up all over again. That's your only chance to make it work. (read more)

In the same issue, page 14:

- 1951 advertisement for 'Jeris' featuring Ronald Reagan; he had just been elected governor of California and the term started that same week, that ad was probably run as a joke by the free press

- also, at the end of the Zappa interview, he rants about light shows; there's an small classified advert about 'light show manual' [send $3 to bob...]

- and last but not least, Jerry Hopkins about Vito's and Sue's son Godot, who died on December 23.

Godot Can't Come Tonight 'My Flower ... My Butterfly'
By Jerry Hopkins

Godot achieved some fame in his young, full life this past summer when he and his parents, Vito and his wife Sue, were featured in a LIFE magazine spread about the Sunset Strip. Before that, and since, Godot truly earned his little place in life by being what he was – a small man exposed to what was happening, clapping his hands at everything.

And then, before Christmas was over, there he was dead – dead at just over three years of age from a fall through a skylight.

He was, to me, a small blonde figure in hip swaddling clothes (made by Sue) popping around Vito's studio on a Friday night when Vito conducted sculpture classes, a happy child eating clay. Vito called Godot "my flower ... my butterfly."

He was a small figure at State Beach in the summer beat, nibbling at his mother's breast.

He was the reason for celebration every night of the year, but especially in early December when there were birthday parties at his home at 303 North Laurel in Hollywood.

He was the small person at the Great Underground Arts Masked Ball & Orgy who played drums with the Mothers of Invention.

He was a little man in his father's arms, hearing but not truly reacting yet to talk about the wrong in mankind being hatred and avarice and prejudice; the splendor of dancing; the immorality of the Vietnamese war; the joy of love.

He was three. He was playing on the roof with his parents nearby. There were other children and grown-ups there, waiting for a photographer to come, to take pictures for this newspaper.
Little Godot climbed onto a skylight and it collapsed. The people at the hospital said he was going to be all right. But then he died.

Clapping his hands and laughing, playing drums and eating clay, "my flower ... my butterfly died.

... Vito, in his mid-50s, was married to Sue, an ex-cheerleader more than 30 years his junior. They had a young son named Godot, who died aged three and a half when he fell through a skylight. Sue then produced a daughter called, at least for a while, Groovee Nipple. (Electric Don Quixote: The definitive Story of Frank Zappa by Neil Slaven.)

More about this family – Inside The LC: The Strange but Mostly True Story of Laurel Canyon and the Birth of the Hippie Generation, Part VII

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ZAPPA: What do you want to talk about?

PAUL: I'd like to confine it strictly to music and just talk about that; I'm not particularly interested in your high school basketball coach and all that crap.

ZAPPA: Good. (read more)

The same interview was also published in LA Star.

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The interview is by Elliot Cahn, leader of Sha Na Na, who met Zappa when both bands played at the Fillmore East, November 13-14, 1970.

November 1970 – Sha Na Na was billed second to the Mothers of Invention at the Fillmore East for two nights. Knowing Zappa’s affinity for old rock ‘n’ roll, one of my guys went up to him and said, "Where’s your gold lame suit, Frank?" Frank just smiled and pointed to his forehead. (read more)

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