People who follow my blog know I write about music every Monday. It’s one of my great loves and an inspiration for my books.
This week, I’m adding another music post.
Rocker Peter Frampton performed in Toronto’s Molson Amphitheatre last night. I’ve seen many concerts at this open venue. The sun shone, the sky was blue, and planes flew by far enough from the stage not to disrupt the music.
Illinois band, Cheap Trick, opened the show and played for more than an hour. Canadian rocker, Sass Jordan joined them for a few songs, including one of their biggest hits “Surrender.”
My favorite was “Ain’t That a Shame” because of its heart-pounding extended introduction – big drums, big guitar, big bass. Everyone was on their feet.
Rick Nielsen hammed it up while flicking guitar picks into the crowd. Lead singer Robin Zander, clad in a hat and white suit, sang with heart and emotion, his voice as strong as ever. His acoustic rendition of “The Flame” was beautifully done.
Great energy, multiple whacky guitar changes, and a wonderful start to the evening …
And then Peter Frampton came on.
No, really. WOW.
Firstly, I’ve always loved this man, from when I was a teenager. I was never into TV actors as teen idols. I much preferred the musicians. And let’s just say … numerous posters of Peter’s hairless chest splashed my bedroom walls. He was so damn cute for a rock star. So wholesome looking. And those eyes and that smile … Swoon. He’s still got it.
I was a teenager again with a teenage crush at a rock concert.
What a crazy feeling.
More than all this though … the man can play, and he can sing. And he was both funny and gracious—to his band and to the crowd.
At one point, he mentioned the overwhelming smell of weed and how he was getting high off it himself!
“Good Canadian weed, not the Mexican stuff I used to smoke,” he said.
About halfway into his show, he brought out an old beat-up acoustic guitar and told a wonderful story about being in the Bahamas, where he was given three weeks to write all the songs for an album. After two weeks, he had nothing, then he picked up that very guitar and wrote “Show me the Way.”
Thinking he was on a lucky streak, he tried it again and the next song was “Baby, I Love Your Way,” my favorite Frampton song that eventually graced the Frampton album.
He played it on that acoustic and I cried.
Yes, I cried at a rock concert.
Maybe it was memories of youth—some happy, some bittersweet. Hearing a song I loved and finally seeing Peter Frampton perform it brought it full circle. It’s obvious the song means something different to me today than when I was a teen, but I don’t believe I could have had any other reaction. It touched me so deeply.
Along with performing his hits, “Show me the Way,” “Lines on my Face,” “Do You Feel Like We Do,” Frampton also played a version of Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” and Stevie Wonder’s “Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I’m Yours.”
The encore consisted of a Humble Pie song, “Four Day Creep,” and “While my Guitar Gently Weeps.” It was a beautiful song to close out the evening.
His guitar wept, and so did I—again.