I was asked whether or not there were areas that Frank would not
talk about. Well, yes, there was one area. I grew up in the sixties at a time
when music and politics were central to just about everyone's life. It's hard
to convey just how important music was to everyone in the 1962-1973 period
during the Vietnam chaos. My cultural formation was grounded in this music. I
went to Woodstock in 1969, and
wrote half of my senior honor's thesis on Bob Dylan, entitled "On
Xenogenesising A Generation: The Ideas Of Dylan"…a 120 page epic. With that as background I asked Frank
the following question:
Dave: "Frank, what do you think about the Beatles or the
Rolling Stones or Bob Dylan? What about Elvis? You look like his brother for
god's sake! Who did you listen to in the fifties and sixties?
Frank: "Rock and Roll Sucks!"
Dave: "That's it?"
Frank: "That's it."
That's our Frank.
Now indulge me in a little “before and after”
narcissism.
