After two and a half decades in the San Francisco dance community he found himself nameless and abandoned. The artist name he had built for 25 years had been stolen... Trademark paperwork from a perpetrator had been served to prohibit him from releasing music or performing under the name “Frank Nitty”.

As the darkness loomed, there remained a creeping inspiration to create. As the light faded he realized he could not see the stars without the darkness.

A forsaken shadow of the man he used to be... He sat alone in the dark for what seemed like eternity. A sound was conjured into existence. His music... A reflection of emotions fed by his reality... A haunted beauty.