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... If I were to list my connections and places I've been it could be made to look pretty strange, furthermore he asks why they didn't disown their families!??"If these artists were rebelling against, rather than subtly promoting, the values of their parents, then why didn’t they ever speak out against the folks they were allegedly rebelling against?"
... But they did, they just didn't all disown their families, though I'm not sure about Morrison, Didn't Morrison say "mother I want arrghayarrgh you"?
... See, like you I don't find this surprising in the least. But there were intelligence fingerprints all over the 60's and there were mind control experiments and the CIA was involved in the SLA and the SDS and the Weatherman so I can't easily dismiss his case.
... We lived thru the era outside of the US, so when I look back at how it started,... the 60's were a worldwide phenomena not just the US version. I think the social engineers grabbed on to it and infiltrated it rather than actually starting it. I could be wrong. It could be both.
Well, I'm thinkin on it.
Given that Zappa was, by numerous accounts, a pro-war[huh? -ie], rigidly authoritarian control-freak, 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 Frank’s 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 America’s 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.
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And why did Frank Zappa never pen a song exploring the horrors of chemical warfare (though he did pen a charming little ditty entitled “The Ritual Dance of the Child-Killer”)?
Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people from a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors didn't know
Early in the morning Daddy Dinky went to work
Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber'dino squares
And I still remember Mama with her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK
We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day . . .
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed:
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie's in the Army now & Kenny's taking pills
Oh! How they yearn to see a bomber burn!
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
(Wait till the fire turns green . . . wait till the fire turns green)
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!
http://globalia.net/donlope/fz/lyrics/We're_Only_In_It_For_The_Money.html#Water
Carfuffle wrote:I just finished reading the three installments on this. Amazing, eye opening stuff. And now I'll spend yet another afternoon grappling with further understanding that everything I've believed all my life is a lie.
A couple of years later Judee met a man she really liked, a descendent of the Baum family, of "Wizard of Oz" fame. She talked of marrying him, having by then left her second husband, a jazz musician. She visited me in Santa Barbara. I asked about Baum. "I fucked that off." She said bitterly. She told me that he had taken her to meet his family and she had tried to make a good impression. Then, for reasons she didn't really understand, she had gone into their bathroom and ransacked their medicine cabinet for "anything you could get high on". She took whole prescription bottles. Baum's mother of course noticed the fact and Baum found his mother's medicine in Judee's luggage.
As she told me this story I could see the pain on her face that these actions had caused her. I think she was beginning to realize that there was a part of her that wasn't under her conscious control.
http://kneeling.co.uk/frames2.asp?pages/jsill/js_remember.asp
Once upon a time, Laurel Canyon was where you would find the Trust Fund Hippies and children of old movie stars. Sort of the high rent counter culture. There was a place known as The Castle, where a band named Love lived. I (barely) remember a couple of interesting evenings at their house. The band eventually split and 2 of them went on to a new career known as the Donut Shop Bandits.
But Topanga was where the dirty drug-fueled hippies all lived in a pile. People like Neil Young, The Spirit, Canned Heat, Hendrix, and even old Charlie Manson himself all spent serious time in the canyon. We had fires, floods, and police sweeps galore But the rent was the cheapest in all LA, and the community all got along. Then the beautiful people of Malibu found out it was more than just a route to the San Fernando Valley from the beach, moved in, and ruined it for ourselves and our posterity. I haven't ventured into the canyon in a decade, it's just too sad to see.
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