| KYLE THOMAS
When Frankie joined Exhorder back in 1990 I believe, it just so happened to be
amid some of our darkest days as a band. We were struggling to find a good
tour that everyone in the band could actually participate in, and had to come
up with the successor of our debut album. I knew Frankie before hand, but
only casually from hanging out at Last Stop. My earliest memory was him
kicking my ass in pool in a random game. He was so polite about it though; he
didn't gloat once. When he joined the band, he immediately got settled in and
clowned around as if he had always belonged. This, of course, rubbed me
wrong.
I was so unhappy with many things in my life at that time and somehow I
managed to channel it onto him sometimes. He tried to make friends with me,
but I wasn't having it. Don't get me wrong- we got along okay, but anyone
that knows me knows that I'm particular about my closest circle and I can make
things difficult when I choose to. We toured together across the U.S. and
Europe, and all the while just kind of coexisted. The state of the band
really just put an exclamation point on the whole thing. It wasn't until we
had broken up and reformed in 2001 that I finally softened up to him.
I bumped into Frankie at Pat's Pub one night shortly after Katrina. Very few
people were home yet, and since Pat's was one of the only bars open it was
always busy. We got to talking and after we told each other our horror
stories about the hurricane, I told him how great it was to see him and
invited him over to the house. He suddenly stopped and looked at me with an
incredulous look on his face and simply said, "Really?". I affirmed my offer
and when I asked him why he asked he said bluntly, "I didn't even think you
liked me". Boy, did I feel abut an inch tall at that moment!
Immediately I sat down with him, ordered us a couple of drinks and bared my
soul to him. Truly I did not harbor any ill will or dislike for him, it was
again just bad timing for him when he joined. Exhorder was a band in turmoil
and everything that went on internally back then was usuall not without issue
or friction. Ever since that night I have made sure that I hugged Frankie
when I saw him, we told each other we love each other upon ending a
conversation- not every single time but enough. Frankie was welcome in my
home, and never behaved disrespectfully to my wife or children. Although our
friendship was not deeply rooted as many of his other friendships were, it was
genuine. I only wish I could tell him all of this again.
Frankie was never a guy that we really had to wonder where he was. If we
were jamming, he was there. I am a decent bass player, but Frankie was easily
one of the best of his kind. Take that from me, I know what it takes and he
had it. We have had some very talented bass players come through over the
years and try to win the job, but he just made it look easy where they
struggled. The dude flat out ripped. It will be tough to step on the stage
without him, but I know Frankie would want us to keep going. I have a feeling
that we are going to have some tough moments in the upcoming shows.
To Bobbi, her children, Frankie's children and his family, my words will
never take away the pain that we all share in the loss of such a great guy.
Still, I express to each and every one of you that my heart is with you all in
this awful tragedy. Frankie belonged to all of us at some point and we should
all cherish the gift of him that we shared. May we all find comfort in one
another and keep the good memories of Frankie alive. It's what he would have
wanted, I am quite sure. He always managed to get us laughing when the road
got hard for Exhorder. I can only imagine how it was in his everyday life
outside of the band. Frankie, I love you, I miss you and I hope you are
jamming out hard with Randy Rhoads somewhere...KT |