Trouser Press, published by Ira A. Robbins, survived a decade from March 1974 to April 1984, a total of 95 issues. (fastnbulbous)
Zappa in Trouser Press (www.trouserpress.com):
- #34 - Studio Tan review
- #35 - article (incl. guitarists)
- #38 - Sleep Dirt review
- #39 - Sheik Yerbouti review
- #45 - Joe's Garage vol.1 review
- #47 - cover story
- #65 - Tinseltown Rebellion review
- #84 - Fax n Rumours
Bad Taste Is Timeless: Cruising Down Memory Line With Frank Zappa
By David Fricke, pp 20-23, 58
Frank Zappa has always had problems with musicians. As the present-day composer who refuses not only to die but to give any quarter whatsoever, the 38-year-old Zappa is constantly suffering criticisms and complaints from the people he employs, many of whom openly describe him as an authoritarian monster, dictator, asshole, and all of the other derogatory things one might call a guy who wants something done his way, right, and right now. And Zappa – who's gone through more Mothers, ex-Mothers, Zappaites, and sessioners than Kim Simmonds can count – insists it's not just the young punks he employs now. The elderly Mothers are just as liable. Take the band that recorded Ruben and the Jets, the greasy '50s celebration of so-called "cretin simplicity."
"It was fuckin' murder to make that record," relates Zappa with a coldness suggesting he's still a bit pissed off. "There's only two songs on that record that were easy to do – 'No, No, No' and 'Cheap Thrills.' I wrote them, recorded all the instruments, and vocals, and mixed both of those songs on a Sunday afternoon. It took about seven hours and I did both songs from top to bottom. (read more)
Frank Zappa, approaching 40 years of age and 30 albums, is one of rock's most valuable institutions, a treasure trove of musical lore and sociological oddities. He's also one of the most terrifying figures in the industry. He's the ultimate mad scientist, the skeleton at the cultural feast, the vulture poised to pounce on the slightest pretension. He wields sarcasm like a straight razor in a gang fight, and his rhetorical weaponry is almost as sharp.
Moreover, he's never made any secret of his distaste for the critical profession. Joe's Garage Acts II and III includes the following categorical denunciation: "All them rock'n'roll writers is the worst kind of sleaze/Selling punk like some new kind of English disease/Is that the wave of the future? Aw, spare me please!" He's sure got Trouser Press's number, as well as several other factions. Even when he's trying to make himself more accessible to the press-this Joe's Garage is his third release for his Zappa label and he wants to give it every chance of succeeding-he promises to be a formidable interview. (read more @ Trouser Press: February 1980)