I met Frank Maya at the Mud Club where he was performing and I was photographing bands. He was an enchanting performer; combining music, poetry, and rants all with his graceful style and humor. Over the years I became a good friend as well as one of his court photographers. It saddens me to think of my life without our ongoing dialogues on the phone, our disagreements over photos; his music, his art, his voice.

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