I saw "The Mothers of Invention" in 1970, in Edmonton at the Cow Palace,
the band setting up on two flatbeds on the dirt floor, end-to-end at the entrance.
Flo and Eddie were the vocalists, and it was like a college talent show,
except for the tight tight and complicated band and Aynsley Dunbar's heroic drum solo.
Wandering backstage, Frank and the band were standing around towelling off, wearing track suits,
and I asked the passing roadie if I could play a chord on Frank's guitar, a '64 S.G. like Santana's.
Frank said "What chord do you want to play", so I named my most complicated one.
Frank said "Do you really know that chord", and I said I'm left-handed and play bass on the bottom, it's easy.
He nodded to the roadie to let me try and came closer. I played the chord, he kept looking,
so I moved it around, sliding it a little, and then Frank said "We have to go". A real nice time.
Frank's S.G. had big humbuckers on it that were held by white bandage tape, and they were loose.
Just like why Jimi Hendrix never got a lefty built for him his way, I'll never understand that.
Some of Frank's college artworks are being appraised on Antiques Roadshow for $20,000,
a very talented man. I was surprised he was taller than me, and I'm 6'.
I hope you were around the share those open and honest 60's concert times, EddieRUKiddingVare.
