Frank Nicholas Werber

One day at the ranch after a horrendous flood had wiped out a section of the road that clung to the rock side Frank was working the JCB to fill in the missing road while our neighbour a 24-year-old girl and myself both of us very slight as we were trying our best to push the heavy rocks in place underneath to help build up the road, in front of us was a tree stump about 3 feet wide and 4 feet long which he commanded us to push into place as part of the rubble to help build the road. We fell...

Frank popped into my head randomly 30 minutes ago...and I thought to myself...whatever happened to him? Googled...and there it all is. We frequented The Trident at least twice a week...children in tow. We all loved the food, particularly the vegetable fried rice...and the scene. He was quite a character and we visited his house several times. May he RIP...and I know he's shaking it up wherever he is!

Frank,goodbye my lover,guru,teacher,husband. Though I never knew you in your heyday,Only you and I know how good it was in the time we spent together.Saved your life a few times also. Thank you for being who you were and for all the beautiful things we did as a couple.Love Michele

I was sorry to hear about Frank’s passing, though thankful that I did get to share some of these thoughts with him prior to his stroke. He was a true mentor to me and I can’t begin to name all the things that I learned from him about the business of making music. Frank followed tested techniques he had learned or developed over the years with the Kingston Trio, to manage the reinvention of some teenaged folksingers into We Five. He had an ability to encourage creativity and the musical...

Frank Werber. A man who would pull up in our driveway in the middle of the night and sleep in the back of his car. I never really knew him, though he was a legend in the eyes of my dad and the constant stories of their adventures together has constantly filled my life. Some of my dad’s best quotes are Frank quotes. By association, I got to hear the same whimsical intelligent lines that I’m sure followed Chala, Bodi and Mishka. But Frank himself was a mystery, though I owe my entire...

Well after 40 years I’m going to miss the attitude adjustments that Frank has given me every time I’ve seen him. I have countless memorable experiences with Frank and one of the funniest took place on the coast of Kona in Hawaii. It was Frank, Bodi and I. We were chasing fish, looking for whales and it was a dead calm sea. It must have been 1989-90, somewhere in there. Frank wanted to give the water skis a go and after many tries, it was of course my fault that he couldn’t get up. I was...

Frank Werber had the unique ability to see things in people that
others could not. The night he walked into the Cracked Pot in Redwood City, and signed the
Kingston Trio on a cocktail napkin is just one example. When Frank and the Trio purchased the
Yacht Dock, a jazz club in Sausalito in 1960 (later to be renamed the Trident in 1966) Frank was
the one who had the vision to see what this venue could be. While the Trio was on tour, Frank
crafted a stunningly beautiful interior...

Knowing Frank was a tremendous fullfillment. I first met Frank through my partner Chuck Fallo,who just recently died himself, and worked for Frank doing much of the woodwork at The Trident. Frank, Diane, Chala, Chuck and I moved together in l974 to the historic Lyons Lodge in New Mexico and converted this enchantment to The Last Resort in the Gila Wilderness. We became a family together. I visited his ranch again some years ago, however, he was not well. I did not have a chance to see...

"I heard the news today, oh boy; about a lucky man who made the grade". And the news for me was sad.

Frank was a visionary and a risk taker. He remained true to his beliefs, whether popular or not. He had a unique quality of seeing people and bringing out the best in them; sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently. This was certainly true for me. From the time I met Frank in 1969 at the Trident, as a 20 year old kid from New York with lots of rough edges, he saw in me what I could...