Nov. 16, 1974 review: Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention at the Aud
I remember well how hard it was to get my car unstuck from
a foot of the white stuff at the corner of
Nov. 16, 1974
Zany Zappa Draws 1,800
Despite the Swirling Snows
Nanook, no no. The Friday afternoon squalls were totally
blotting out the grey mass of Memorial Auditorium a mere city block away and
Festival East was saying the Frank Zappa concert was still on.
After all, wasn’t Zappa’s equipment already in town? And
weren’t Zappa and the Mothers here too, having only to snowshoe over from the
previous night’s gig in
But for some 2,000 ticketholders, the outlook wasn’t so
bright. The radio announcers said anybody going downtown last night was
bananas. It would be a crazy thing to do, the kind of crazy thing you’d do only
for a zany like Zappa.
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IT DIDN’T
seem quite so crazy when the storm subsided just before dark, settling down
into a simple pneumonia wind gale. Or if you heard that promoter Jerry Nathan,
after losing his car in a drift, hitched from
“If a 54-year-old man can do it,” Nathan observed with an
arctic gleam in his eye, “then a kid can do it.”
About 1,800 did, but the experience pretty much drained
them of all their spunk until it came time to stomp for encores. Then they
showed the determination that got them there in the first place.
Elvin Bishop, the former Paul Butterfield Blues Band
guitarist, scoped in on those determined vibes right away.
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“IF YOU came
out on this night,” he drawled, “you must be some music LOVERS.”
He and his cramped-for-room sidemen played a bunch of his
new sunny Southern songs, like “Stealin’ Watermelons,” but the best licks were
left for last in his hit, “Travelin’ Shoes,” and his encore.
Here was the measure of Bishop’s tasty talents – his ease
with
Zappa’s best came at the beginning, in “Stinkfoot” and his
saga of the golden tundra – “Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow” (“Nanook, no no, don’t
be a bad Eskimo”).
After that, his precision jazz-rock seemed strangely
subdued. No bizarre solos, no instrumental hi-jinks, no smoke bombs, circus
acts or bursts of fed-uppityness from the Jeremiah of the Plastic Age. Just
Zappa flapping bird-like arms in “Penguin in Bondage.”
* * *
INTRODUCED AS
“your closest relatives,” Zappa and the Mothers were less like Mothers of
Invention and more like suburban mothers, grateful that you came, worried about
you leaving.
“Listen, it’s gonna take you all a long time to get home,
so you better start going now,” Zappa admonished as his encore ended shortly
after 11 p.m. Outside, there wasn’t a single new snow flurry in sight. Yes,
Nanook, the Zappamaniacs had beaten the blizzard.
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IN THE PHOTO:
Closest I can get to this incarnation of the Mothers is this shot from 1975,
which adds bassist Tom Fowler’s trombone-playing brother to the picture. From
left, front: Ruth Underwood, Frank Zappa and Napoleon Murphy Brock; rear, Chester
Thompson, Bruce Fowler, Tom Fowler and George Duke.
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FOOTNOTE: Personnel
on this occasion was Napoleon Murphy Brock, sax, flute and vocals; George Duke,
keyboard and vocals; Ruth Underwood, percussion; Chester Thompson, drums; and Tom
Fowler, bass.
Bootleg CDs give a complete rundown of the setlist on this date. It goes like this:
Tush Tush
Stinkfoot
RDNZL
Village of the Sun
Echidna’s Arf (of You)
Don’t You Ever Wash That
Thing (with snippet of “Who Needs the Peace Corps?”)
Penguin in Bondage
T’Mershi Duween
Dog Breath Variations
Uncle Meat
Building a Girl
Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow
Nanook Rubs It
Father O’Blivion
Tush Tush Outro
More Trouble Every Day
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