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While it’s been more than 20 years since the great Frank Zappa left the planet, surprisingly little in the way of films and other media have focused on about his life and times. With Eat That Question: Frank Zappa in His Own Words, director Thorsten Schütte finds a nice way of getting Zappa back in the public eye, making a solid documentary featuring Zappa interviews, concert footage and appearances. Like The Beatles Anthology before it, Eat That Question tells the artist’s story by using his own words.

I’m a big fan, so I’ve seen some of the footage Schutte utilizes, like Zappa playing music with bicycles with Steve Allen, and Frank’s final interview before dying from cancer. Thankfully, Schutte (with help from the Zappa Family Trust) has also unearthed a lot of rare footage—footage with which even the most ardent fan might not be familiar. This isn’t a concert film, but it does have some great concert moments, enough so that fans of his music will be satisfied.

The fact that Zappa was a brilliant philosopher and extremely wise man was sometimes lost due to the controversy he could cause with his lyrics, especially in the late 1970s. Schutte’s film gives us plenty of Zappa talking—and Frank simply one of the most engaging speakers who ever walked the planet. It’s also quite the kick to see this gathering of interviews and interviewees, some of whom Frank didn’t exactly hit it off with. If he didn’t like the interviewer, he still made the session interesting.

I found myself missing the man very much when the movie was over.

Eat That Question: Frank Zappa in His Own Words is now playing at the Palm Desert 10 Cinemas (72840 Highway 111, Palm Desert; 760-340-0033).

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Dear Mexican: The word “cholo” means “mixed race” or “mestizo.” So isn’t using “cholo” to refer to gangbangers or other delinquents racist?

I’m Cuban, but please don’t group me with idiots like Ted Cruz or Marco Rubio.

Cubiche Chula

Dear Pocha: There are multiple meanings of “cholo” we’re dealing with here. The word derives from the Nahautl xolo, and its first documented definition was in Alonso de Molina’s epic 1571 Nahuatl-English dictionary, Vocabulario en lengua castellana y mexicana y mexicana y castellana; there, he said the Aztecs took it as “paje, moço, criado, o eƒclavo” (“page, waiter, servant or slave”). Spaniards being Spaniards, they applied the term to refer to the offspring of an Indian and a mestizo. Mexico being Mexico, it then became a palabra to apply to lower-class people, which spread across Latin America and into the United States. Gabachos being gabachos, they took cholo and made it into a derogatory slur applicable to all undesirable Mexicans. And pochos being pochos, they reappropriated cholo, then dumped it on gang members, not realizing that they were essentially calling the homies “dirty Mexicans.”

Don’t you just love how we don’t know our history?

Dear Mexican: I read in one of my Mexican conspiracy-theory magazines that Frank Zappa was not a founder of the Mothers of Invention. One of the two founders was actually a Mexican from SanTana. Is this a Mexican Jimi Hendrix type of mentira?

Confudido

Dear Pocho: For once, the Mexican conspiracy magazines—those that insist that Thomas Edison’s middle name was Alvaro, that Walt Disney was an orphaned Spaniard, and that Mexico will win the FIFA World Cup in this millennium—is right. Roy Estrada was the bassist for the Mothers of Invention, which got its start as an Orange County band named the Soul Giants. And Estrada was born in SanTana, the most Mexican big city in America.

But let’s not go out and try to claim him like we do with Ted Williams and Joe Kapp: Estrada is serving a decades-long prison sentence in Texas for being a chester.

Dear Mexican: I’m deeply saddened by this treatment of Mexican people and how it affects my family. It bums me out. My husband’s family doesn’t like me because of my race, and I know they are embarrassed about me and our children. I don’t feel welcomed in their homes, and it puts a burden on my husband to be in the middle. Sometimes, I feel so undeserving of even being alive.

I know I am a sensitive type, but this is ridiculous. … I try to stay away, but I am forced to participate in family functions even though I am uncomfortable. Any advice besides divorce?

Bummed

Dear Pocha: Don’t stand for your in-laws’ racism. Tell your husband that you and your children will not stand for such pendejadas anymore, and that if he can’t do that, that he’s a chavala and you will withhold sex from him until he changes. Ever see Lysistrata? Withholding your panocha from pendejo men, works, ladies.

Now, if only there were a nationwide campaign to prevent Trump from getting into office …

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