However, a more major assault occurred in Palermo, on the last show of the '82 tour. The bleachers were getting tom apart, and huge bon fires were being set. For a while we kept playing, but we couldn't sing, because tear gas started floating all about. Finally, when chunks of concrete started flying, we just cleared out. The cover of The Man From Utopia gives you the idea.
Good memories predominate.
There's always something new to laugh about. Some of the situations occur right in front of you, and some of them he'll have seen in a newspaper, and that becomes the joke, and off it runs, and then it expands, and away it goes, and you're just sitting there laughing. I tell them they can have anything they want, unless it starts to become a problem with the others surrounding them. Ultimately, if something annoys Frank, Frank's the boss. He's hard to work with, but he gives you the tools.