Good times.
Very good times! He started out very reserved, cuz he didn’t know if I was a jerk or not. Took him to a club I had gigged at a lot. Owner set up a greeting line. I would talk to people, get their names, and introduce them to Frank. This very young, very “pneumatic” girl asked me, “Is that really Mr. Zeppelin?” I introduced her to Frank, calling him “Mr. Zeppelin.” Frank kept his composure, as did I, but his bodyguard, John. totally lost it! Turned around and stuffed his fist in his mouth! He was abdo-lutely shaking with laughter! For the rest of the weekend, we called Frank “Mr. Zeppelin.” Cracked us up! “Mr. Zeppelin? I think I’ll take you to a German Nazi restaurant for dinner tonight. You’ll love it, Mr. Zeppelin!”
Anyway, the introduction to the girl at the club broke the ice, and we had a great time for the rest of the weekend, culninating in a great concert, with me backstage.