Concert Review: Peter Frampton at The Bank of America Pavilion in Boston, MA
Reviewed by: Sally Feller
While half of you readers were still chillaxing in your moms’ wombs, Peter Frampton was providing young hippies with rock music they could dance to/shoot up to/toke out to. Well, kids, I’m here to tell you the king hasn’t stopped, not for a second. Does Frampton look like his hot, shirtless curly-maned past self? Not so much. He’s been playing rock concerts for over thirty years…It’s not exactly a Neutrogena-recommended beauty regimen.
Turns out Frampton still has his voice, as well as his wicked guitar skills. “Baby I Love Your Way” sounded just like he sounded in the seventies…okay, just like he sounded on his record—I’ve never been to his show before. “Do You Feel Like I Do?” rocked the house, of course, ending with the crazy-cool talk box, which I’m sorry, just never gets uncool. He built up the suspense with fantastic keyboard and bass solos from the great backup band. You could actually feel the energy building up to that point where he started talking/playing to the crowd via the talk box…personalizing the conversation with our locale and pointing people out in the crowd—it was a pretty phenomenal experience.
Now, lest you think the only major album he released was “Frampton Comes Alive,” I think it’s worth mentioning Peter Frampton’s growth over the years and his work. He worked on Bowie’s Glass Spider tour in the 80s and served as a consultant on the movie Almost Famous, teaching Billy Crudup how to play guitar so that he’d be convincing in his role (Thanks, Wikipedia!).
Actually, the only buzzkill of the show was the fact that the merch table only offered Frampton tshirts with “Frampton Comes Alive” images and nothing more current. In fact, there’s a new album he’s released called “Thank You Mister Churchill” in April of this year. Not only that, he won a Grammy, a freaking GRAMMY for his 2007 album “Fingerprints.” Now, I could be mistaken, but I don’t believe Frampton played any of this new stuff during the concert…which is where I was disappointed.
It should be required of new bands that they listen to and watch these original old-school rockers play a show. Take a lesson, indie-rockers on how it’s done. This show, by a rocker “past his prime,” kinda blows the damn kids out of the water, newbs, you’ve got your work cut out for you. Peter Frampton makes love to his guitar like it’s a sweet, virginal schoolgirl, waiting for her training in womanhood. Tons of people actually left the venue before the headliners, Heart, even took the stage. I can honestly say that I have only very rarely seen that happen at a show.
For more on Peter Frampton visit his official website