|Sighting up Frank’s neck. After the
first few shows in Wales, which saw some real hard and rough action,
I saw some real bowing taking place. Probably from the flight and fucked
up altitudes. I don’t know. Smashing hooligans over the head didn’t help
either. You had to take off the whole neck to tweak the truss rod, replace
it, string it up for tension, and try again.