: Pauline Butcher
: Freak Out My Life with Frank Zappa: Laurel Canyon 1968--71
: Plexus Publishing Ltd.
: 9780859657150
: 1
: CHF 18.30
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: Biographien, Autobiographien
: English
: 368
: Wasserzeichen
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
This new, completely revised and updated edition contains a wealth of new material, excerpts from the author's diaries and private letters home about life in Hollywood. In 1967, 21-year-old Pauline Butcher was working for a London secretarial agency when a call came through from a Mr Frank Zappa asking for a typist.The assignment would change her life forever. For three years, Pauline served as Zappa's PA, moving with him, his family and the Mothers of Invention, to a log cabin in Laurel Canyon in the Hollywood Hills, where the 'straight' young English girl mixed with Oscar winners and rock royalty. Freak Out! is the captivating story of a naive young English girl thrust into the mad world of a musical legend as well as the most intimate portrait of Frank Zappa ever written.

Pauline Butcher wrote Freak Out! My Life with Frank Zappa after a producer at the BBC advised her to write something that no one else could write, and no one else could write about her experiences living and working with Frank Zappa in Hollywood in from 1968 -- 1971. It is the only book that describes Frank's home life, not shown in other books, from getting up to going to bed, composing at the piano, rehearsing with the Mothers of Invention, visiting rock stars, freaks, family squabbles, and more.

The day I met Frank Zappa was the day that changed my life. Had I realised how momentous it would be, I might have clipped on my dangly earrings with more care, raced into London with greater speed and answered the phone at the office more eagerly. But on that dull, drizzly August afternoon in 1967, I had no idea.

I earned ten shillings an hour at a printers in Dover Street. Not a firm with huge machinery and hordes of men, but a large office space with golf-ball typewriters and twenty girls seated in squares of four. We typed menus, programmes, adverts, film scripts and sometimes novels by hopeful writers. At the end of the room, behind a glass partition, two boys worked enormous photocopiers.

But we girls were not mere typists, not at all. We ran around town with portable typewriters and notebooks to hotels or private homes. Our clients coul