As I mentioned last week, Fracture reunited on Friday, July 18 to play a show at the Ruba club in Philadelphia. While tons of photos will be coming and additional video, I wanted to get these up. They were shot by Chris Zang. Thanks Chris.

The show was amazing.


Easily one of my favorite photos in my collection, this snap was taken after the three week tour Franklin and Fracture undertook in August of 1994. Our very first. We had just played our final show of the trip in a garage in Virginia Beach and before packing the vehicles to head home, we stopped to grab this shot.

Featuring everyone on the trip save for Chris who was being grouchy (including Rod and the guys from True High Fidelity) it’s one of those great moments that you’re just as happy to have captured at age 20 as age 38 and beyond.

Starting from the lower left hand corner, we’ve got:



Atom working harder than the rest of Fracture.

Franklin playing in Denver. We snuck on this show thanks to Sonny from Angel Hair’s kindness.

That’s me, getting ready to snap some pictures so I can document what we’re doing and then post them to the internet almost 20 years later.

When no one shows up to a show in Indianapolis, you hang out and jam in the show space. Two drummers. Kill the drummers!

Ralph in the great salt flats. This was in the middle of the night as we made our way to San Francisco.

Jeb being stalked by Atom. Somewhere in America.

Mark looking stoned holding a cat. He probably was stoned and I’m not positive that’s a cat.

Ralph, Jeb, Mark and I sitting on the steps of Karin Gembus’ house in San Francisco.

Jeb’s impressively sweaty pits.


Atom, a hidden Roy and Jesse in Olney, Ill.

Greg, Chris and Atom out front of the Fireside Bowl in Chicago, Il.

Greg, Amy, Jeb, Jesse, Mark and Chris on steps in Detroit, MI. After the show, we met a fella who wandered out of the dark with a pretty serious head wound. Roy would refuse to allow us to call the police to aid him and so we spent a good 30 to 40 minutes driving him around in our van trying to find his home. The head wound did not help him, nor us, find his home. Ultimately, we left him on a corner.

Lil’ boy Roy peeking over the loft in the Franklin van. This was in one of the Carolina’s.

Atom on the street in San Francisco, CA.

Chris, Jeb and Jesse in Santa Barbara, CA.

A cadaverous looking me on the banks of the Mississippi.

Chris, Jeb and Jesse refuel at a gas station.

Jeb and Jesse eating lunch loitering outside a grocery store.

Fracture would end up taking Mark’s Mom’s minivan as their tour vehicle on this first trip across country. Two folks would sit up front, while the rest of the band (3 people in all) would lay down in the back on a folded out futon couch laying in a space no higher than 24 inches, quite literally, on top of the band’s equipment. Very safe and very claustrophobic. Clearly in this photo, someone needed something out of the carry all! That’s Ralph to the left, Greg on the roof and Roy sitting.

Ralph laying in the loft with Roy and Amy stretched out in the Franklin rolling living room that was The Nomad.

Greg somewhere in Wyoming.

Ralph and Canadians in Ottawa Ontario. 5 Arlington House.

Roy driving and me, pondering the road.