"Captain Fugt"
(The P.C. version of name)

CARL ORESTES FRANZONI
Carl (or "Karl") Franzoni, was born in Cincinnati, Ohio in 1934, the son of a Sicilian stone mason. His parents hailed from Rutland, Vermont and had relocated to Ohio for better employment opportunities. As a teenager, like most adolescents, Carl was unsure of his future (he did know he wasn't going to be a stone cutter) and was soon running into trouble with various authorities and their stringent rules (school attendance - #1). By his 20s, he was long out of school, out of work, and his rebellious attitude and radical philosophies seemed ill-suited for the staid lifestyle of 1959 Cincinnati. He left town with no particular direction, and like so many other people in the late 50s, early 60s, he set his sights on the allure of -
         
When Franzoni finally arrived in Hollywood, he discovered that he was not the only disillusioned "Rebel Without A Cause". The streets of Hollywood were rife with migrated youth who shared his lifestyle and social point of view. And best of all, a good percent of these "street people" were young, impressionable, teenage girls. Now, almost 30 years old, Karl (soon Carl) Franzoni had found a career, "Street Hustler".
* AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's not clear if "mail-order breast and penis pump" salesman is cited by Franzoni for his resume, solely to shock, or to inject some humor into his interviews. I personally suspect, that is the closest thing to "A Real Job" that he's ever done.
     - Not that that makes him a bad person!

To begin his new-found career, Carl aligned with a pair of older Sicilians who were experienced in the 'Street Hustling" craft. The pair had access to these "breast & penis pumps" and were setting up an "office" in a space no bigger than the length off its Melrose Ave. address, in Hollywood, Calif., which is all that was required for their forthcoming print advertisements. The pair agreed that because Franzoni was a brother Sicilian, the eager rookie would become an 'equal partner' instead of a lowly commissioned door-to-door salesman. So, while Franzoni was trekking about the hot, dry streets of Hollywood, Joe Scalacci, and his other Sicilian 'executive' partner, were free to look for necessary funding, and to evaluate future print advertising. Though Franzoni enjoyed giving home demonstrations of the pump, to housewives, door-to-door, he wasn't enjoying any paychecks.
It was around this time (1963) that "The Penis Pump Salesman" met the man who would forever give his life direction, Vitautus Alphonsus Paulekas ("VITO"). The son of a Lithuanian sausage-maker from Lowell, Massachusetts, the charismatic 50 year old artist preached a lifestyle that Franzoni found most appealing.  What Carl found even more appealing was Vito's wife Szou, more than 30 years younger than Vito. She was an ex-cheerleader who had first hooked up with Paulekas when she was just sixteen. Carl couldn't wait to demonstrate his pump for her.

Though more than 20 years younger than Vito, the liberal lifestyle of the artist fascinated Franzoni, and thus began a union that would last until Vito's death in Cotati, California during October of 1992, at the grand old age of eighty. Since that time, at various locations outside Sonoma, California, Franzoni has been doing his best to maintain the freedom & beauty of Vito's lascivious, communal  lifestyle for another 20 years.

Frank Zappa wrote 'Hungry Freaks, Daddy' on "FREAK OUT" for Carl Orestes Franzoni who, according to Zappa's liner notes,

"is freaky down to his toe nails (sic). Someday he will live next door to you and your lawn will die".

The song's lyrics decried America's culture of mindless conformity and consumerism with such lines as:

      "Mister America walk on by your schools that do not teach
       Mister America walk on by the minds that won't be reached
       Mister America try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
       When once you find the way you lied
       And all the corny tricks you tried
       Will not forestall the rising tide of HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY..."
       "...Mister America try to hide
        The product of your savage pride
        The useful minds that it denied
        The day you shrugged and stepped aside
        You saw their clothes and then you cried
        'Those HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!'..."

MORE, MORE, MORE...Sunday, February 22, 2009 01:53 AM

 VITO  PAULEKAS

VITO Now Has His Own Page "CLICK"     Also his Art