Introduction
In 1965 Cucamonga was just a village: a few streets clustered either side of Foothill Boulevard, historic Route 66, where it crossed Archibald Avenue about 75 miles east of Los Angeles. Around 7,000 people were scattered in the suburban desert sprawl that extended all the way to LA and connected the twin towns of Ontario-Upland to the west and San Bernardino to the east. Though this was the mid-sixties, the Cucamongans lived in a fifties time warp. It was a conservative, right-wing village and the male population wore short-sleeved white shirts and bow ties. Even a T-shirt was looked upon with suspicion. Cucamonga had a high school, a court house, a holy-roller church, a malt-shop and a recording studio, Studio Z, built by local boy Paul Buff, but now owned by 24-year-old Frank Zappa.
Business was slack: few Cucamongans wanted to record their bands, even at the very reasonable rate of $13.50 an hour, so Frank had to drive 75 miles to Sun Village in the High Mojave Desert every weekend where he earned $7 a night playing in a bar band. With him in the studio lived his 18-year-old girlfriend Lorraine Belcher and his high-school friend Jim âMotorheadâ Sherwood.
One of Zappaâs schemes was for a low budget science-fiction movie: Captain Beefheart Versus the Grunt People, starring Captain Beefheart (aka Don Vliet) and his parents. Zappa had bought $50-worth of stage flats that took up much of the back room of Studio Z, and had painted them with cartoon designs for a rocket ship and a mad scientistâs lab. Despite having no money, he had confidently announced a casting call for the movie. This drew the attention of the local police. Tipped-off by the Cucamonga police department, Detective Sgt Jim Willis from the San Bernardino sheriffâs office vice squad auditioned for the part of Senator Gurney (the ârole of the assholeâ, as Zappa put it) and was convinced he had uncovered a vice den.
To Sgt Willis, Studio Z looked like a bohemian âpadâ. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings and memorabilia: a threat from the Department of Motor Vehicles to revoke Zappaâs driverâs licence, his divorce papers, a still of him on The Steve Allen Show, rejection letters from several music publishers, pop art collages and song lyrics. One was âThe Streets of Fontanaâ, a parody of the folk music standard âThe Streets of Laredoâ, which Zappa used to sing with Ray Collins in the local clubs as a joke.
As I was out sweeping the streets of Fontana
As I was out sweeping Fontana one day
I spied in the gutter a mouldy banana
And with the peeling I started to play . . .
To Sgt Willis this was no joke. Zappa was clearly a threat to society. He ordered a surveillance team to drill a hole in the wall of the studio and for several weeks undercover police gathered evidence of subversive behaviour.
Then Sgt Willis visited the studio, this time in the guise of a used-car salesman. Attracted by the smart sign over the door (TV PICTURES), he explained that he and the boys were having a little party and wondered if Zappa could make him an âexciting filmâ to suit the occasion. Zappa â who was living on peanut-butter sandwiches and instant mashed potatoes scrounged by Motorhead from the blood-donor centre â rapidly calculated that such a film would cost $300 to make. This was beyond the budget of the San Bernardino vice squad, so Zappa suggested that a tape-recording might suffice and would cost only $100.
Willis outlined all the things he would like to hear on the tape (including âoral copulationâ) and Zappa said it would be ready the next day. Their conversation was relayed to a police tape recorder in a van parked across the street via a wrist-watch transmitter, like something out of a Dick Tracy cartoon.
That evening Zappa and Lorraine bounced around on the bed to make the springs squeak for a half-hour tape and added gasps, moans and what the police later described as âblueâ dialogue. There was no actual sex. Zappa edited out all the giggles and laughter and then, ever the professional, added a musical backing track. Sgt Willis showed up the next day and offered him $50.
Zappa complained that the deal was for $100 and refused to hand over the tape. At that moment the door burst open and two more sheriffâs detectives, plus another from the Ontario police department, rushed in, closely followed by a reporter from the Ontario-Upland Daily Report and a photographer. Zappa and Lorraine were arrested and handcuffed. Willis and his team searched the premises while the photographerâs flash bulbs went off. They seized every scrap of tape and strip of film in the studio and even took away Zappaâs 8mm projector as âevidenceâ.
Zappa and Lorraine were taken to the county jail and booked on suspicion of conspiracy to manufacture pornographic materials and sex perversion, both felonies.
It was front-page news in the Daily Report: under the heading 2 A GO-GO TO JAIL they breathlessly described how: âVice squad investigators stilled the tape recorders of a free swinging a-Go-Go film and recording studio here Friday and arrested a self-styled movie producer and his buxom red-haired companion.â
Paul Buff loaned Zappa the money to get out on bail and Zappa got an advance on royalties from Art Laboe at Original Sound â who had a Mexican Number One with âTijuana Surfâ by the Persuaders (Zappa had written the B-side: âGrunion Runâ) â to have Lorraine released. They were arraigned the next week at the Cucamonga Justice Court across from Studio Z.
Before the trial, Zappaâs elderly, white-haired lawyer took him aside and asked: âHow could you be such a fool to let this guy con you? I thought everybody knew Detective Willis. Heâs the kind of guy who earns his living waiting around in public rest rooms to catch queers.â Zappa had never heard of anything like it. The idea that there were people employed in the police department to do such things was a revelation.
He and Lorraine â now described as âa buxom red-haired girl of perfect physical dimensionsâ by the increasingly excited Daily Report â appeared before the judge. At one point in the proceedings, he took them both, along with all the lawyers, into his private chambers to hear the âpornographicâ tape. It was so funny the judge started laughing, which outraged the prosecution. The case was being brought by a 26-year-old assistant district attorney who demanded that Zappa serve time for this piece of filth, âin the name of Justice!â
The case against Lorraine was dropped and Zappa was found guilty of a misdemeanour. He was given six months in jail, with all but ten days suspended, then put on three years probation. During this time he was not allowed to be in the company of a woman under 21 without a chapter one and, most importantly, must not violate any of Californiaâs traffic laws.
The ten days in San Bernardino County Jail had a traumatic effect on Zappa, shocking him out of his innocence and creating the cynical, suspicious persona that defined him throughout his life.
Forty-four men were crammed together in Tank C in temperatures reaching 104 degrees. The lights were on all the time. There was one shower at the end of the cell block, but it was so grimy Zappa didnât shave or shower at all. One morning he tipped his aluminium breakfast bowl over and at the bottom, stuck in the creamed-wheat, was a giant cockroach. He enclosed it in a letter to Motorheadâs mother, but the prison censor found it and threatened him with solitary confinement if he tried anything like that again. Zappa was powerless to fight back and sat there imagining monster guitar chords powerful enough to crack open the walls.
By the time he got out, he no longer believed anything the authorities had ever told him. Everything he had been taught at school about the American Way of Life was a lie. He would not be fooled again. He made sure that his pornographic tape was heard by everyone â he remade it time and time again, at least a couple of times on each album, rubbing it in the face of respectable society, making America see itself as it really was: phoney, mendacious, shallow and ugly.