On a recent afternoon,
while listening to the bands 1968 London tour featuring members
of the BBC orchestra and originally titled, Music for the Queens Circus, I
reminisced about the impact this man had had on my life. As a young pumpkin of
15, he clearly pointed the way toward critical thinking and the necessity of an
exercised intellect to survive in a rust belt sub working class environment
sometimes referred to as Troy, New York. That's right, Frank was my Horatio
Algers. If only I'd had his drive. Instead after a respite of cracklins
and gin, I sat and clicked out this homage to the man I love, Rubin Sano.
I miss you, Pipco.