In 1972, we lived in Memphis, TN. Me, and my mom and dad. We made long trips to Florida, ten-hour drives in a white Ford van. We listened to eight-track tapes along the way, Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan. And more than we listened to anyone else, we listened to Bob Frank.
Bob Frank, “the greatest songwriter you never heard of.” Legendary Memphis music producer Jim Dickinson said that about him, and it’s true. He’s achieved a sort of cult status now, among aficionados of our regional music. A bit like Big Star’s Alex Chilton. But outside of Memphis, you are hard pressed to find someone who’s ever heard of Bob Frank.
Robert Landis Frank was born in Memphis, TN, in 1944. He played in the local bars and sold his songs, to make ends meet. In 1966, he was drafted. Spent two years in Vietnam. He came back home to Memphis and met Deidre, the girl he would marry.