Frank Tedeschi of New York passed away in a deadly motorcycle accident. He was one filled with warmth, music, and unforgettable moments. I first met Frankie as a kid, and one of my fondest memories dates back to 1977, when Tony, Chris, and I took him to his very first concert — Kiss at Madison Square Garden.
From that night forward, music became a constant companion in his life. We had actually tried a year earlier to sneak him into the car to see Kiss and J. Geils at Roosevelt Stadium in Jersey City, but at just 12 years old, Mrs. T wasn’t having it.
Frank grew into a man who carried joy wherever he went. Thirty years later, Chris was helping Frankie’s two sons, Ricky and Frankie Jr., find work at the local golf course. Meeting them was like meeting younger versions of their father — quick to laugh, approachable, mature beyond their years, and unfailingly friendly.
Frank was more than just a music lover. He was a devoted father, a loving son and brother, and a loyal friend. He had a passion for the blues, classic rock, the New York Yankees, and the New York Rangers.
Today, our thoughts and prayers are with his parents, brothers, wife, sons, and the entire Tedeschi family.
“May the four winds blow you safely home, Frankie.”