Vintage electronic music from Mothers of Invention keyboardist

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  1. nixiebunny says:

    The gizmo in the upper right hand corner of the photo is a Jacob’s ladder made from a neon sign transformer and a couple lengths of steel wire. It makes a beautiful rising spark. It also introduces a lot of buzzing into whatever audio gear is located under it.

  2. chris jimson says:

    Along with Ian Underwood and Bunk Gardner, one of the most talented members of the original Mothers.  Of course anyone in FZ’s employ had to be talented just to get in the door.

  3. EH says:

    Without listening, probably 1000x better than the synth crimes Patrick O’Hearn has committed on his own.

  4. scatterfingers says:

    All you need to make great music is a couple of oscillators, man.

  5. exile says:

    Ah, Lonesome Electric Turkey. Those were the days.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSN3BawqtA8

  6. strangefriend says:

    Myself, I liked the lyrics:
    Who needs the Peace Corps?

    What’s there to live for?
    Who needs the peace corps?
    Think I’ll just DROP OUT
    I’ll go to Frisco
    Buy a wig & sleep
    On Owsley’s floor

    Walked past the wig store
    Danced at the Fillmore
    I’m completely stoned
    I’m hippy & I’m trippy
    I’m a gypsy on my own
    I’ll stay a week & get the crabs &
    Take a bus back home
    I’m really just a phony
    But forgive me
    ‘Cause I’m stoned

    Every town must have a place
    Where phony hippies meet
    Psychedelic dungeons
    Popping up on every street
    GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

    How I love ya, How I love ya
    How I love ya, How I love ya Frisco!
    How I love ya, How I love ya
    How I love ya, How I love ya
    Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
    Every town must have a place
    Where phony hippies meet
    Psychedelic dungeons
    Popping up on every street
    GO TO SAN FRANCISCO . . .

    Hotcha!

    First I’ll buy some beads
    And then perhaps a leather band
    To go around my head
    Some feathers and bells
    And a book of Indian lore
    I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
    How to get to Haight Street
    And smoke an awful lot of dope
    I will wander around barefoot
    I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
    I will love everyone
    I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
    I will sleep . . .
    I will, I will go to a house
    That’s, that’s what I will do
    I will go to a house
    Where there’s a rock & roll band
    ‘Cause the groups all live together
    And I will join a rock & roll band
    I will be their road manager
    And I will stay there with them
    And I will get the crabs
    But I won’t care
    Because . . .

    • nixiebunny says:

       I listened to the Mothers a lot as a small child. I like to think that it made me what I am. Thanks, Dad!

  7. A Moog and … a cowbell! 

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