Nfnsng - No Fear, No Shame, No Guilt

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Michael Krizanovski, the Russian music genius behind the incredible lead guitar on “Lost In The Wax”. Miki and I are self declared brothers, yet he lives in Kraznodar Russia and speaks no English and I live in Springfield, IL U.S. and I speak no Russian. Thank God for Google translate. otherwise his part in LITW would never have been done. ~ Trabue Gentry

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

