Yeah, I wonder if I'm dreaming

Heavens! The heartthrob of the mid-Seventies NME generation Mr Peter Frampton is 70 years old today....


I wish...





As I said a decade ago on the occasion of his 60th:

It's not very often that I feature rock guitarists - "legendary" or not - here at Dolores Delargo Towers. However, I sometimes make allowances for the pin-up fantasies of our youth. And in this case, a certain Peter Frampton certainly fitted that bill for some of us (he was apparently one of Madam Arcati's early wank fantasies).

It meant little to me at the time - I barely remember the furore that his Frampton Comes Alive album caused during the long hot summer of 1976, being far more into Noosha Fox and 10CC (I was only just a teenager after all)...

However, I digress. Here is his most famous song - which in many people's memories is an anthem of the scorching heatwave Britain experienced [gulp!] 44 years ago:

Peter Frampton – Show Me The Way

I wonder how you're feeling
There's ringing in my ears
And no one to relate to 'cept the sea
Who can I believe in?
I'm kneeling on the floor
There has to be a force
Who do I phone?
The stars are out and shining
But all I really want to know

Oh won't you show me the way, every day
I want you to show me the way, yeah

Well, I can see no reason
You're living on your nerves
When someone drops a cup and I submerge
I'm swimming in a circle
I feel I'm going down
There has to be a fool to play my part
Someone thought of healing
But all I really want to know

Oh won't you show me the way, every day
I want you to show me the way, oh
I want you day after day, yeah

Yeah, I wonder if I'm dreaming
I feel so unashamed
I can't believe this is happening to me
I watch you when you're sleeping
And then I want to take your love

Oh won't you show me the way, every day
I want you to show me the way, one more time
I want you day after day, yeah
I want you day after day, hey

I want you to show me the way, every day
I want you to show me the way, night and day
I want you day after day

Oh, yes! Summer...

Many happy returns, Peter Kenneth Frampton (born 22nd April 1950)

There's ringing in my ears

It's not very often that I feature rock guitarists - "legendary" or not - here at Dolores Delargo Towers. However, I sometimes make allowances for the pin-up fantasies of our youth. And in this case, a certain Peter Frampton - who celebrates his 60th birthday today - certainly fitted that bill for some of us (he was apparently one of Madame Acarti's early wank fantasies).

It meant little to me at the time - I barely remember the furore that his Frampton Comes Alive album caused during the long hot summer of 1976, being far more into Noosha Fox and 10CC (I was only just a teenager after all)...



However, I digress. Here is his most famous song - which in many people's memories is an anthem of the scorching heatwave Britain experienced 34 years ago. Mr Frampton himself is alive and well, and releases a brand new album Thank You Mr Churchill on 27th April this year. I shan't be buying it, but here is a little memory of that magnificent summer:

Peter Frampton – Show Me The Way