Frampton “stay’s alive!”

Peter Frampton 70'swell I went to see Peter Frampton, last night. I went alone. I just didn't want the hassle of trying to round up people, with the same music taste as me. I thought, this is such a nostalgic tour, for me, that I wanted to experience this.The last time I saw him, it was on the lakefront grounds, of Lake Michigan, in Milwaukee.I was with my brother, and we were right up front.It was an incredibly beautiful summer day, and seemed magical. Just to watch and listen to this great artist.Not to mention, every girl my age, lusted after him. Those beautiful golden locks and bright smile.My girlfriend reminded me the other day, that she had a poster of him on her wall and even named her dog, 'Frampton,' in his honor.As I stood in line to enter the building, I was amused at the sight of 50 to 60 somethings, waiting very patiently. I thought at the wildness of the concert in the 70's. The pushing to get forward in the crowd.Well, it wasn't violent, but just the excessive desire to be one inch closer to the front, lest we miss anything.Now, everyone stood with the courtesy of people in a bank line, waiting for a teller.Then I listened to the conversation of a in front of me. "Man, the last time I saw Frampton, it was 35 years ago."I had to laugh at that, as he certainly must have realized, it was the same story for all of us.As I found my seat, I was sitting next to a guy with long hair, to his shoulders. I thought, "gee, this guy is a true refugee from the 70's." But he didn't look to be as old as the rest of us.He introduced himself. "I'm Michael," he told me. I offered my hand to shake. Even this little gesture, has changed, I thought. Back in the day, we would grab each other's thumbs, in a signature, shake, which we believed, had changed the course of history. Our interactions, marked our era.Those handshakes, became more and more bizarre, as time went on. Now you have fist-pumping, and people bumping fists to watch them explode. Everyone decided to tweak our handshake, to make it their own.Michael, told me that he is in a band. "Hmm, you don't say. I would have never guessed by the look, he's carrying. Typical hair band, kinda guy.He told me he wasn't quite old enough to see Frampton, the first time around. So he was ecstatic, to be here.He shared that he'd started playing drums, right when Frampton, was making his tour, 35 years ago.He was a little nervous, because he was supposed to be in the row behind me, and scammed the seat next to me. All I could think was, "come on," if your going to scam a seat, get way up front, like we used to." Or perhaps he never learned these tricks.I shared with him that the last concert I went to was with my daughter, and I ended up in the middle of a mosh pit. Being slammed all over the place."Yea," he said, "these new bands aren't like the concerts in the past. I don't get that whole thing. Everyone pushing and shoving."I said, "I know, I was almost crushed to death. And you couldn't hear the music, cause you were too worried about your life!"We started laughing, as I shared that I told my daughter, "there's no way that these are hippies!""Yea," all of our people were too wasted to think about wasting there energy like that!"Now, I heard a couple guys behind me talking. "Haha! Yea, now we complain. Hey, the air conditioning is too cold! I have to leave to use the bathroom...again. Wow, the music is a little loud, let me turn down my hearing aid!"I was cracking up as I looked back and saw, they did indeed, look to be in their 60's.We all shared a common bond.Now, Peter Frampton comes out to play. All I can say is that he is incredible.I was so grateful for technology, as I didn't have the greatest seat, and I sure wouldn't employ my tactics from the past, to run up to the stage.There were two, huge screens, on each side of the stage, along with one in the center.Pictures of him from his youth, flashed across the screen and we were all reliving the past, with him.I loved being able to see his fingers, deftly playing different chords, and the unique signature of his music.And, I am not embarrassed to admit, even in his aging, he still looks very attractive. Behind the white, receding hair, I saw those same twinkling eyes, and beautiful smile.But it was his own humor, which makes him, more attractive.Then I started thinking, "Would I find this artist attractive, when I was at his last concert, in the 70's?"I wondered at this phenomena. How do we begin to like, 'old people,' according to our age?I mean, if he would have entertained us in the 70's, as the man he is now, we wouldn't have noticed how gifted he really is. I would have just thought, "That's an old guy, who can play a guitar." Is this a part of maturing? The ability to see the person inside?How is it now, I see him as an attractive man, when, it seems just a few short years, ago, I would have been saying, "Hey, that old dude is pretty good."It's weird. It's like God just ages our mind, by continuously putting our own age around us, so that we get used to seeing them and we can get past the grey hair, etc. and only see the youth inside.At one point, he said, "Ok, in the past. This is when we would have had an encore, left the stage to do drugs." Then everyone laughed.Now, He said, "we don't leave. And we only do prescription drugs, from our doctors."He also said, "I'm so excited to see all of you here. Especially since, now we only play for small clubs and birthday parties."That I simply don't believe. It was packed. If he had any doubt that he still has followers, he didn't after last night.We have a true need, to hold on to our past. The things which made us the happiest.And he was part of that. And he still is.He changed the lyrics to one song, when he sang the first verse, "Your love makes my hair stand on end," became, "Your love makes me grow hair on my head!"Gotta love him! He takes his age in stride. But any guitarist worth his weight in gold, would look at Frampton with the ultimate respect.He is still a force to be reckoned with.Thanks, Peter Frampton, for "Coming Alive!" for all of us, and mostly, for keeping your light burning brightly! Then and nowThen and now