The Rock and Roll Treehouse

Frank Zappa’s notorious home in Laurel Canyon goes up for sale after 30 years. Alice Cooper, Eric Burdon, John Mayall, Pamela Des Barres, and members of the Mothers of Invention remember the days.

zappa_01.jpgThe Rock and Roll Treehouse

It’s 1968, at the Laurel Canyon Country Store in the Hollywood hills. Drummer Ansley Dunbar meets a 15-year-old hippie chick named Pattie and asks if she wants to go to a party at Frank Zappa�s house. They pull into a driveway of an old log cabin. People are wandering in and out of an enormous 70-foot living room. In the basement, musicians take turns bowling on a Day-Glo painted bowling alley. The adjoining guest house sports a duck pond and two trees growing out of the living room. Couples are huddled in artificial caves built into the hillside. Someone tells her the cabin was once the house of movie cowboy Tom Mix, and that Harry Houdini used to live across the street. Pattie looks around at the outrageously dressed girls, taking care of a baby named Moon Unit, and the cute young guys playing guitars, and realizes she’s inside the epicenter of the Laurel Canyon music scene.

“Mick Jagger was there,” she now recalls. “A couple guys from the Animals. Mark Lindsay from Paul Revere and the Raiders. Alice Cooper. Janis Joplin. Roger McGuinn and Mike Clarke from the Byrds. Brian McLain and Arthur Lee, who were in Love. Another band in L.A. called the Seeds. Andy Summers. Sam Andrew was there, from Big Brother. John Mayall. Mick Taylor—he was the only one my age.”

Pattie O’Neal pauses to think back. “The Cowsills, the prototype wholesome family? One or two of the older Cowsill guys were there,” she says. “They were really stoned, they looked terrible!”

In the late 60s, this house was the premier stop of Los Angeles rock and roll. After 35 years, the log cabin is long gone, but amazingly, the treehouse is newly renovated and on the real estate market. For a cool $2.4 million someone can own a slightly fuzzy slice of history.

As a caretaker gives me a tour, pointing out such erroneous information as the spot where gunfighter Wyatt Earp supposedly died, I am reminded of the Hollywood dance between fact and rumor. It isn�t unusual for an address to have a rich lineage. Every third house seems to be once owned by somebody with screen credits, even if it was only the second unit director on “Land of the Pharoahs.” The Canyon is singular in this regard. Since the 1920s, the nouveau riche have scurried up into the hills to hide, from Bugsy Siegel to W.C. Fields, Robert Mitchum, Robert Heinlein, Harry Houdini, and current celebrities like Julian Lennon and Julianne Moore. It’s quiet, woodsy, and less than a mile from Sunset Boulevard.

But 2401 Laurel Canyon Boulevard in particular has retained an unusual fondness. According to Tom Mix historian Boyd Magers, the log cabin was constructed back in 1915, as a masculine retreat for wealthy men to escape their women and smoke and drink in peace. Its highlight was an 80-foot living room, with floor-to-ceiling stone fireplace. Tom Mix lived here briefly, a fun-loving movie cowboy who for a time cashed Hollywood’s biggest checks. After Mix moved to Beverly Hills, the cabin was rented for several decades.

As the 1960s washed over Los Angeles, the ripple of fuck-you new money began seeping into the canyon, young people with record contracts and reefer smirks. When architect Robert Byrd needed a place to live between marriages, his son Gary helped him build a small house just behind the Tom Mix log cabin, then vacant. Gary Byrd recalls when clearing the property, the father and son discovered “one of the Barrymore kids” living inside a shack. The following year, a communal family of weirdos moved into the cabin and treehouse, centered around two underground hipsters named Vito Paluekas and Carl Franzoni, organizers of freeform dance troupes at clubs along Sunset Strip. The dancers wore freaky clothing, and flopped and pogoed alongside bands like the Byrds and the Mothers of Invention.

One night a young Pamela Des Barres followed the so-called “Zappa dancers” to a party at the Log Cabin. In those days, Franzoni was known as Captain Fuck. “He wanted to fuck everybody,” remembers Des Barres, now the elder spokeswoman of rock groupies. “He had this long tongue, and wore a cape with a big “F” on the back. He was standing in the doorway, with big pink curlers clamped in his pubic hair.”

“We had dances there,” says Carl Franzoni, still chasing young girls in northern California. “We had lots of rehearsals.” He adds slyly, “It was a fuck scene, too.”

In 1967 the Zappa dancers split their rent with staff from the hippie publication The Oracle. Retired journalist John Bilby recalls at least 36 people living and partying at the Log Cabin and treehouse, including the band Fraternity of Man. “Tim Leary was definitely there, George Harrison and Ravi Shankar were there,” Bilby says. “The psychedelics that were being taken. They were fucking right out there on the grounds, a thousand miles from civilization.”

In the spring of 1968, The Oracle moved out, and Frank Zappa moved in, fresh from an extended gig in New York. His bizarre, satirical synthesis of Spike Jones and Edgar Varese, combined with a guitar virtuosity and serious business acumen, attracted a parade of curious visitors like Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, and Jimi Hendrix. Among Zappa�s many projects was producing the GTOs, a band made up of groupies hanging around the cabin.

“We were sitting in the living room,” remembers Des Barres. “I remember Frank telling us ‘You should be a band. How would you girls like to be in a band?’ He sat us down in the basement. We made lists of the rock stars we wanted to meet, and wrote the album down there.”

One house guest was John Mayall, who had just broken up the Bluesbreakers and was taking in the Los Angeles scene. The strange-looking GTO girls made a lasting impression. “Obviously flamboyant comes to mind,” Mayall chuckles. “Quite a shock to see for a person visiting from England.” Mayall recovered sufficiently to record songs both about Zappa’s cabin and the rigors of venereal disease.

Between guests, Zappa held auditions for his Bizarre and Straight record labels. One band from Phoenix, Alice Cooper, had been turned down by every record company and was going nowhere in a hurry. Fortunately, Cooper was dating Zappa’s babysitter, and so Zappa agreed to hear Cooper’s band at the cabin at 7 o�clock.

“We were so excited we got there at seven in the morning,” says Cooper. “We set up in the living room and started playing our set. Frank came down the stairs with a cup of coffee, and he goes, ‘What the hell are you doing?’ You said seven. ‘Seven at NIGHT.’ So he listened to about four songs and he’s, ‘Okay okay, you’re signed, I’ll sign you.’”

A young guitarist named Bill Harkleroad, aka Zoot Horn Rollo, showed up to audition for Captain Beefheart, and saw members of the Stones, the Who, the Mothers, studio musicians and about 25 others all wandering about. “Within a few minutes I�m in a jam session with Frank, Don Vliet, Mick Jagger, Art Tripp,” says Harkleroad. “Frank and Don were my rock world heroes.” He was so nervous he could only play a few notes.

Alice Cooper recalls another Jagger visit, when the Stone showed up inebriated with girlfriend Marianne Faithfull, and the straight-edge Zappa kicked them both out of the house.

“I was sitting there, just a kid hanging out to record,” says Cooper. “And I went, ‘Frank Zappa just threw Mick Jagger out of his house—because he’s drunk.’ To me, thats so far in another universe that I couldnt even believe it.”

One of Zappa’s canyon neighbors was Eric Burdon, whose first memory of the house concerns borrowing a motorcycle from Jimmy Carl Black of the Mothers of Invention. Black threw in a bonus: a few lines of speed. Burdon says, “I was so stoned that I was heading north on Pacific Coast Highway before I remembered you have to put gas in the machine, and I ran out of gas and was stranded. I spent the night on the beach, freezing cold. I got back and saw Jimmy and he said, “Good stuff?”

The word was out: Laurel Canyon was where it was at. Groovy scenes blossomed at the homes of Joni Mitchell, the Byrds, the Monkees, Mama Cass. Passers-by gawked at the Log Cabin out of car windows. “It was omnipresent,” says former Mothers drummer Denny Bruce. “If you lived in the valley and came into Hollywood, you’re coming over Laurel Canyon, so every jerk from the valley—‘Heyyy mannn, there’s Frank Zappa’s pad.’”

Tired of the attention, the Zappas moved out after just six months. Log Cabin parties continued with new tenants. But the canyon was experiencing a seismic shift in music and drugs du jour. Along with ‘70s blue-jean millionaires like Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles came an underbelly of junkies and squatters. The Cabin and treehouse scene grew creepy. “They were kind of rave parties,” recalls DJ Rodney Bingenheimer. “Weird black lights, stuff like that. People were stoned and out of it.”

The darkness coalesced on Halloween morning 1981, when the Log Cabin mysteriously caught fire. Some said it started from a banjo player’s cigarette, other claimed it was a drug lab explosion. As helicopters hovered over the blaze, police roped off the property and a crowd watched it burn to the ground. Only the treehouse was saved. Some, like Pamela Des Barres, poked through the rubble. Others simply drove past, like Alice Cooper, not wanting to think about it.

When music producer Bob Crosby rented the property in 1984, he discovered drums and drumsticks stuffed into the cabin’s still standing fireplace chimney. “Down in the basement, one of the walls had signatures from the Stones, Eric Burdon and the Animals, John Sebastian and the Loving Spoonful,” he says. Hundreds of people still dropped by each Halloween, expecting a raging party. Crosby said no parties, and raised his family. But he did rent out the grounds for video shoots by Rickie Lee Jones and Stone Temple Pilots.

In 1999 the property was purchased by Mike Slarve, owner of a fleet of rock tour buses, and manager of Black Sabbath drummer Bill Ward. Slarve has spent the past three years renovating the treehouse and grounds, and has seen dozens of characters wandering over to tell their stories. Between Captain Fuck, Harry Houdini, and the Manson Family, Slarve has heard just about everything. “You don’t know if they�re completely insane or they’re telling the truth,” he says. “It kind of lights up everybody’s imagination.”

Pattie O’Neal now lives a block from the treehouse, and drives by each day on her way home. “It’s so bizarre,” she says. “I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t turn there and think about it. It was the house that changed me from the cheerleader to the hippie.”

(First published in Mojo magazine)

7 responses

  1. I need the name of the Mother of Invention (or was it when she was with Graham Nash?) who was Joni Mitchells boy friend. You know, from the time when Frank Zappa comented “nice” after hearing her strummings one day.

    1. Joni Mitchell’s boyfriend was Cal Schenkel, artist who created many album covers for Zappa. In 1967 when Zappa was living in New York, because The Mothers performed in Garrick theater several months in a row, Zappa and his wife Gail shared the flat with Cal and Joni.

  2. paulinebird Avatar

    It was Graham Nash

  3. diana rodriguez Avatar
    diana rodriguez

    i lived in the log cabin from 1963 till 1965,it was a foster home for girls,ran by violette le beau,we had parties every week,it was a great experience.

  4. Laura Moreau Avatar
    Laura Moreau

    Diana’s correct! My friend was a foster kid there around 1963. Her name at the time, was Barbara Harbottle. She remembers the bowling alley and the log cabin. They only allowed 6 girls there at a time. They had to attend Catholic Church with the family. My friend was only there for six months and left that same year when she turned 18. Diana, do you remember a girl named Tanya? My friend doesn’t remember you so maybe you took her place. The family owned restaurants (from what she remembers).

  5. The property which was once the site of Frank Zappa’s legendary “Log Cabin” steeped in Los Angeles rock and roll history, is For Sale. This secluded estate with sprawling park-like grounds, consists of 10 vacant lots with 3 separate entrances. The property is been represented by Neville Graham the owner of

  6. Dwayne Carpenter Avatar
    Dwayne Carpenter

    The foster parents were Ivan and Violette LeBeau. Violette LeBeau died 1977 and Ivan a few years thereafter. They had a daughter, Cathy, who is my mother. I would love to hear from anyone with knowledge of one of the foster girls, Tammy, whose maiden name I do not know. She is my Godmother, and I would love to get into contact with her, or hers.