Frampton, Show us the way!!
Do you recall concerts before corporate sponsorship?
You know down here in Atlanta, it was always "Alex Cooley
Presents, Band X". Back then, the boys and I would get fired
up on the way to the show, all the while listening to our Clarion cassette deck blaring loudly to compensate for the window being down (no A/C in the 70's, remember?). We didn't care what we wore as long as we got there for the show. "The show" represented a release and connection between you and the performer on stage. Now, to present day; It became apparent to me last night that those days and that "devil may care" attitude are both gone and sorely missed at the local concert venue today. Gone are the tailgate parties before the show, when flags waved in the breeze, your favorite rock band's music filled the airwaves and pulling a "sixer" out of the trunk to share with your rock-n-roll comrades was a right of passage. Now in place of twisting up a doobie, we opt for a De Cafe' espresso with a cherry on top, no less. Instead of beer, it's "personal hydration containers" or in layman's terms, bottled water. The tattered concert shirts you wore as a badge of honor and your favorite Levi's have quietly been dismissed for khaki shorts, button up Polos and of course, the current status symbol, a Rolex. As I sat on the hill overlooking the show, I wondered if the ghost of concerts past might come back and punish us.
What would they say if they saw an encore and in lieu of us lighting up the sky with lighters, we pulled out our cell phones instead. I shutter to think about the vengeance that would rain down on us for this loss of respect. What use to be, "Rock-n-Roll All Nite and Party Everyday" has morphed into "Honey, it's been three months and I haven't been laid". Enough of that, let's cut to Mr. Frampton's performance. Peter's playing was fierce and his tone was impeccable; Not only did he perform all of his hits from "Frampton Comes Alive", but he also played a few of the instrumentals from "Fingerprints". His take on Chris Cornell's Black Hole Sun was nothing short of amazing and although I don't want to give too much away, trust me, it was worth the price of admission alone. Although his playing was everything you remembered from that ground- breaking album recorded in San Francisco at Winter-land in 1976, we as observers let him down. It was "I know, let me check my text message right in the middle of "Do You Feel Like I Do". Just brilliant... Mr. Frampton, can you show us the way back?