Karen Black And Me Backstage. There Was No Truth To The Rumor That She And I Were An Item. ~ Trabue Gentry

Karen Black and me backstage. There was no truth to the rumor that she and I were an item. ~ Trabue Gentry

Photographer unknown, circa 1974

Me during “Lost In The Wax” recording

I was often mistaken for George Harrison and Peter Frampton.

While I waited for the light to change on a downtown street corner one day, a policeman came up to me and asked me to sign his ticket book. I happily obliged him and took his ticket book and pen. Just as I was about to sign it he said “I just love your music, Mr. Frampton.” No matter how much I insisted that I wasn’t Frampton he stood fast saying things like “No worries, Mr. Frampton. I won’t tell a soul.” The more I protested the more he thought I was Frampton. I finally gave up, signed my own name, gave the book and pen back to him, smiled and thanked him. He was one happy camper. I wonder what happened when he got home and looked at the signature: “Honest, honey, it really was Peter Frampton. He kept denying it so I know it was him. See? He even signed an alias!” ;-) ~ Trabue Gentry

Photographer unknown, circa 1977

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My wife, Amanda ~ Trabue Gentry

Photography by Trabue Gentry, 2013

Me contemplating whether or not I’m gonna tap the photographer. I did. I nailed her fucking ass…or she nailed mine! It was hard to tell w all the pillow feathers flying all over the place;-) Photography by Amanda Gentry, 2014 ~ Trabue Gentry