My mother always told me “Frank, you are a musical disaster! I make a special effort to speak softly to my plants and you, every time you play the guitar, you kill one!”
When I told my family that I wanted to devote my life to singing, my brother almost died from laughing and my father had a heart attack. They told me that no one would ever come to see me and that I would be put in prison for the disturbing the peace, that I would die from hunger…. How they were all wrong! Now, not only more and more people come to see my concerts, but the best thing is that, thanks to everything they throw on stage, my family opened a grocery store just next door.