Tonight when we got home from work, the last season of Oprah was on..a repeat it was. She was catching up with some old musicians. One of the guys she had on was Peter Frampton. He was sans his long curly blonde locks but sang a few of his old songs.
When I was young, some of the older kids were sooo in love with Peter Frampton. He was a bit before my time but I still really liked his sound. I remember some of my cousins wanted to take off to go and see him in Concert in B.C. I don't think they ever did, but they talked a good game. One of the songs that I really like is "Show me the Way".
While I was looking for a youtube video of this song, I laughed at one of the comments beneath the video. It kind of sums up peoples various memories that are usually attached to a song. : )
One night in the mid 1970's, I was a young teen invited to party with older cool kids. Got to drink, got to "smoke", got to make out with a REALLY fine-ass girl. Show Me The Way started playing on the radio. I remember thinking; 1) beer tastes great 2)This girl was SO hot and 3) Peter Frampton is just the coolest.
Next morning, as I barfed my spleen into the toilet, I realized:
1) Beer tastes like shit coming out
2) That chick was ugly as hell.
3) Frampton was still DAMN cool.
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