Peter Frampton is playing the Brea Summerfest on June 4th.
For those of us in a certain age bracket, “Frampton Comes Alive” symbolizes our last fresh breath of childhood innocence. I still remember buying the two-record set for $4.99 in the Music Plus store at the Orange Mall. It was during a summer rainstorm.
The first time I french-kissed a girl was at church camp during that wonderful Summer of Frampton.
Soon after that, things got complicated. Kissing and Frampton were not enough anymore. We had to go to the next levels – second base, third base, Alice Cooper, and Kiss (the band). Before we knew it, we were corrupted, jaded, and on the pathway to punk rock.
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