Frank Goes to the Great Gig in the Sky.

  The Mooseheads,  Frank-A-Delics, and  indeed all those who knew our great fellow Martin - are a little subdued for now. Life will moose on, it must, of course, but last Thursday we lost a great man who was the creator, leader and inspirator of Frank-A-Delic, a wacky psychedelic funk band, cast in Martin’s own mould and infused with Moosehead mentality. For those here who didn’t know our dear friend and fellow Moosehead, Martin (AKA Frank), I must write few words. It was Martin who invited me into Frank-A-Delic over thirteen years ago – over a beer (of course), he asked me what I could play; I said I could offer no skills as yet but that I’d buy a theremin as it was the weirdest instrument I could think of. I was in. Frank was extremely encouraging and always supportive of my struggles with this strictly hands-off instrument. He’d often send me theremin tracks, ideas about add-ons and hacks, and always found places in our performances where he demanded a theremin s...