By Ellen Rosanio, Flourtown, PA

It’s April, 1968 and my senior prom is imminent. But, being a child of the 60’s, you can understand why proms just weren’t my thing. So, after seeing one of my best friends and her date off to the prom (she in a flowing yellow gown with hair done in Grecian curls; he donning a full-length cape and cane with a long, thick mustache — both reminescent of characters out of “Dark Shadows”), my other best friend and I hightailed it down to the Electric Factory to see Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention. While I’m sure my friend and her date had a fine time at the prom, it just couldn’t compare with the artistry and spectacle of Frank and his crew (at one point I recall him “feeling up” a woman dressed like a nun on stage). And, although 39 years have passed, that’s one memory that hasn’t diminished one bit (save, for a few brain cells that died that night — I think it was a contact high… yeah, right).