Anyone who knows Frank Woodman will tell you that he's an irrepressible soul. Whether he is billed as performing at a show or not, he won't be far from the stage, fist pumping in the air or harmonica wailing. He has more energy than, he would argue, his own kids.

"I want to play shows all the time, so it's really up to my daughter and school," he says. "We could have played this pretty cool show this past Wednesday, and I almost got on my knees and begged her, but she's got school early Thursday morning and she's in Ann Arbor. I'm like, 'I'll give you gas money. Come down, do the show, and head back to Ypsilanti.' They're going to Washtenaw Community College over there. But it's the first week of school. She's the sensible one."

Frank's pretending not to be pissed about missing a gig opportunity, but he is. "Grab the shows. I'd play every show that I'm asked to."

He would too.

Brett Callwood writes City Slang for Metro Times. Send comments to letters@metrotimes.com.

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