Posted on 03/29/2025 11:44:16 AM PDT by DallasBiff
Show Me The Way (Live) ยท Peter Frampton
Frampton Comes Alive!
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Whenever my life is in the dump, I listen to this song.
A comic once said “Few know this but there was a law passed in Congress in 1975 that every young person in the United States has to be issued a copy of the Peter Frampton album Show Me the Way.”
Ha! Yes, it was seemingly everywhere, although I didn’t buy it. But then, I only bought about a dozen albums way back my single life.
The album “Frampton Comes Alive” was released in January of 1976 (I looked it up). I remember I started going to a disco in Davenport Iowa about then, and a couple of months later Frampton was in the rotation regularly. His two hits “Show me the way” and “Do you feel like we do”, didn’t keep a steady pace for fast dancing, so the floor would almost empty. His “Baby, I love your way” was a slow dance song, and the floor would be full.
I just never was interested in buying a bunch of records. AM rock radio stations were on my button selectors in my car from 73 to 75. From 76 on I also had FM. My fun money mostly went toward a nice car, dating the chicks, and some flying.
Good old days.
“Nothing is truly lost to us so long as we remember it.”
—L.M. Montgomery.
My older brother and I went to see the 35th anniversary of Frampton Comes Alive in 2012 at the Orpheum Theater in Omaha. Wonderful show. He played the whole album in order and then some of his later stuff. Even piped in some of the fireworks noises and stuff from the album which was cool and he had much of his original band that played that show. I’ve seen him a few times in the last years and he is a great performer. My joke that cracked up my brother when he came on stage was “That’s weird, sounds exactly like Peter Frampton but looks like Dick Cheney.” My brother snorted his beer out of his nose.
Saw him and a few other bands at the first Sunday Break, 1976, in Austin.
From the comments:
“I have a great Peter Frampton story. I’ll try to keep it short. When I was 17 in 1972, I went on a summer backpacking trip in Europe after high school. One night I went into a London vegetarian restaurant alone, and the waitress seated me with this young, long-haired, handsome chap. It turned out to be Frampton, and I had seen Humble Pie the year before live. He talked with me over dinner, took me out for a ride in his Aston Martin, drove me to his flat, played acoustic guitar for me, and gave me a Promo copy of his first solo album. The nicest guy in the world. I swear this is true.”
IF it had been me, I’d likely have been seated next to Rick Astley.
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