(Veteran San Diego musician and promoter Mark Stern adds another band to the extended family.)
“I used to write, I used to draw, my name was once in print. Now I just can’t remember where all the promise went … ” — The Frame, “In the Streets”
To be clear, The Frame were not cool, nor especially well received when we played live. As three-chord wonders (sometimes two, sometimes one on “Triumph of the Will”) we were not mod, nor punk, despite hanging out within “the scene.”
We could not play our instruments well, were musically all over the map, didn’t have any semblance of a cohesive look, and co-ordinated/booked all our own shows. We invited other bands who could draw a crowd to play with us in order to get heard. Being broke, we would break into chem lecture halls at UCSD to practice. Sometimes we would just play outside on some UCSD loading dock that had a plug.
We would bug the college station there to play our demo, and would eventually book shows at the Che. We met through an ad in the Reader, and came together at this god-awful rehearsal space on University Ave. near 45th St.