Made a fond memory last night *UPDATE new Frampton Concert*

[Firehouse]

For anyone interested, Frampton has a live concert tomorrow night (Monday night August 9th) at 8pm Eastern time at Asbury Park in New Jersey. Sirius Satellite radio will broadcast it live on their Deep Tracks channel, channel 16 if you want to listen to it. For those of you that have Dish Network, you can pick it up on channel 6016 on your satellite receiver. I plan on DVR'ing it to have to listen to later. Enjoy.

I'm sure most really won't care, but I enjoyed something last night that will be in my memory for years to come. Besides, it's no fun having a blast and not sharing it right? To set it up a bit, I remember as a kid riding with my Dad in his old Chevy pickup listening to 8 tracks on his Craig 8 track player. The 8 track was called "Frampton Comes Alive!". I can remember those tunes playing away......Show me the way, Baby I love your way, and most vividly, Do you feel like we do? I think I was 4 or 5, maybe 6 in those days. But I still remember them, and enjoy listening to them as well even today.

Fast forward 30 years plus. Watching the local news there was a guy talking in the little local news segment about Peter Frampton having a concert. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Frampton? In Alabama? I'm going! So I bought two tickets. Row K, about 10 rows from the front. The concert was last night in Montgomery AL. So, to tie it all together, my Dad will be 59 this month. Happy Birthday Dad. I know you had a great time as I did. Sitting there listening to one of the greatest guitar players I've ever heard rock us out together. Just like we did in your old truck those many years ago. I enjoy my Dad's company now more than ever. If we never do anything together again, that is okay, because last night was like icing on the cake to me.

But there will be more! Next, he and I already have two tickets to go watch the Alabama Crimson Tide kick Penn State and Joe Pa's butt!

 

[nostraDONus]

I saw Frampton back in the mid 70's when he was on his "Comes Alive" tour. You're right. He is one of the best rock guitarists ever. Puts on a great show. It was unfortunate when his long time band member "Bob Mayo on the keyboards...Bob Mayo" passed away a few years ago.

Enjoy making memories with your dad. It works both ways you know. His memory banks are getting an upload too.

 

[pawncop]

Great story, and it is a wonderful thing to share your new fond memory with us.

Sorta like a family is it not?

Take care my brother in arms.

 

[ladder13]

Frampton in Alabama????? Yeah, my thought too.Thought he appealed more to the Yankee crowd. Wonders never cease.
Glad you had a good time with your dad, Brandy, the concert was icing on the cake.

 

[sjmjax]

Glad you had a good time.

But your post unsets me a bit as I the same age as your father. And, I too had a Craig 8 track in my car!

Suddenly I'm feeling very old....

 

[gregintenn]

Glad you had a good time.

But your post unsets me a bit as I the same age as your father. And, I too had a Craig 8 track in my car!

Suddenly I'm feeling very old....

I was jus wondering what a kid was doing on this forum. Then I did a little math and became very sad.

 

[Fishslayer]

Saw Frampton in 'Berdoo on '77 with Brownsville Station, Lynard Skynard and Black Sabbath.

Those were the days... what I remember of 'em...

Frampton is a VERY underrated guitar player...

 

[venomballistics]

I got a sort of time release fond memory ... took about 15 years to unfold.

As a child I was in the basement looking for a wrench to fix my bicycle when I saw this odd looking thing protruding from a box perhaps all of a half inch. Was faded yellow with faded red stripes and a radius at the tip. strange thing to have grab my attention but it did and further investigation ensued. turned out to be a propeller a TopFlite 10-6 to be exact.
Well thats odd ... guess I gotta open this box up now.... the cool potential is just too high not to.
the flaps of the box came open in short order on the shelf. It was too heavy to carry to the bench where the better lighting was .. but I knew what metal looked like in dim light and thats what I saw. Engines unlike any I had seen before. and piles of them.
I emptied out the box enough to take it from the shelf in seemingly short order. Then I saw another marked "Plans" in maker behind that box of engines. This one was lighter but took a bit longer to investigate. Man you could have built the entire airforce history out of that box starting with the army air corps as well as some things to shoot down with the results. So I packed everything away, save the plans for a P-51 and a P-38 to admire.
I didnt think I was down there that long ... but it was 10 PM before I got back upstairs. I had forgotten about the bike .... "so what did ya find son" "Hope you put everything back where ya found it".
There were a few attempts over the years but skill and materials where a constant set back till much later in life..
Fast forward a lifetime....
So I had this job that started out well till the lesson about changes in management came up. the workplace transformed from tolerable to hell on earth in a matter of two days and I was nearly two months past that transition, pulling 14 - 16 hour days in strings averaging 16 days since I was the only dependable entity in the place. The morning started as usual. wander downstairs and grab some coffee on my "day off" anticipating the phones ring to drag me in for another 16 day string of ritual abuse when I staggered back upstairs and slid open the top dresser drawer to find those old P-51 plans. They seemed to glow with an aura of peaceful light. Lord knows I was ready to administer some heavy metal supplements to the slave driver and REALLY could have used some peace.
.... And I began to build.
I started with the tailfeathers, cutting them out from foamboard, figuring that it was close enough to balsa in weight and probably strong enough. As I was about to join the rudder and vertical stabilizer together with cloth hinges ..... you guessed it, the phone rang, and I knew who was calling.
A day off is supposed to last longer than 20 minutes.
So I grabbed my jacket, another cup of coffee for the road .... my 629 and three speed loaders and oozed into the old Plymouth to head to work for the 17'th day in a row.
I downed that cup of coffee in the first 3 miles and started to think, pretty amazing in my state at the time that I still could think, when I locked up the brakes screaming at my self "WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING!!!!!".
yup ... I'd have thrown my life away 40 minutes later had that cup of coffee not kicked in.
So I diverted the trip to the hobby shop for some proper materials and gear. I ignored the phone that rang till the fuselage was built. Then and only then, I answered the phone and I told him "mail me my last check (enter favorite derogatory name here). Its the best deal I can stand give you".
I had that thing done in three days and ready to fly.
It was the time of the season to make firewood ... though this day the saw fell silent that morning.
I guess my father understood that sometimes priorities need a little rearranging to make time for things good for the spirit.
I can recall the glint of morning sunlight off the wings as she rotated out and took to the air. She tracked beautifully and needed only a little trim on the radio. It probably needed airbrakes too. A P-51 is a heck of a hot rod for a seasoned RC pilot leave alone a first time flight.
flight lasted about 1 minute 45 seconds before it plowed the back 40. To the layman that sounds pretty bad. it shouldn't have made it past the 20 second mark.
Thats when my father tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a 5 gallon bucket and a shovel saying "Lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. You want it bad enough" "now go bring it back"

 

[Bullseye 2620]

Do you feel like I do?

YouTube - Peter Frampton Do You Feel Like We Do Midnight Special 1975 FULL


Bullseye

 

[hiram2005]

I turn 50 in 12 days and I had a Craig 8-track. I'm old.

 

[Firehouse]

Cool story Venom. Sometimes you just have to put things in prospective and go with the flow.

 

[G.T. Smith]

Glad you had a good time.

But your post unsets me a bit as I the same age as your father. And, I too had a Craig 8 track in my car!

Suddenly I'm feeling very old....

No doubt,
I am 59, at least till Sept 29th, and I had a craig 8 track player in my old Scout. Me and my son, now 27, used to ride around and listen to music. He was into Nirvana, Korn, and stuff like that. Myself, I am a Beatle freak. But we still hang out together every chance we get. Glad to hear you got the opportunity to do so, and I will bet he was too.
Peace,
gordon

 

[yaktamer]

Holy cow! I'd forgotten about "The Midnight Special." As I recall, it was better than Don Kirshner's "Rock Concert."

 

[ChattanoogaPhil]

Great story.

PF was during my high school years. I'm pretty sure I went to see him at the Cow Palace.. or maybe it was at Winterland... those days are somewhat fuzzy. Winterland... whew... those were the days.

 

[kcode]

Good original story, you are fortunate to still have your Dad around.

I remember only having my AM radio in the car with a reverberator hooked to the back speakers, this was before 8 tracks. Got to see the original Beach Boys with a lead band called Lovin Spoonful.....anyone remember "Summer in the City" year was 1966

 

[Ivan the Butcher]

In the summer of 75 I had a 74 Rag top K-5 Blazer with a Toyo Quaraphonic 8 track, that could make your head spin and be heard [and understood] two and a half miles away. I still have 2 or 3 Quad tapes that dad still hates. When the Caddies quit having 8 tracks, he was so upset because none of his favorite fiddle music was on cassette.

 

[Allen-frame]

I'll be 54 in 8 days , My mom and I used to listen to
Sandy Nelson on a Muntz 4 Track in her Anglia.
God rest her ,and my dad ,,they are long gone.

Great memories ,,

Good luck! ,Allen

 

[Firehouse]

Besides Frampton, we also used to listen to the Doobie Brothers, The Eagles, Grand Funk Railroad, and Foreigner. I also remember that awesome drum solo in the song Inna Gadda Da Vida by Iron Butterfly. Not sure what all that means, but that drum solo is killer. Frankenstein was a cool song. Not to mention American Woman by The Guess Who. That music is much better than this stuff today to me. Music went down bad after the 70's. And I was an 80's kid.

 

[Model29Lover]

Gotta make time to live

I got a sort of time release fond memory ... took about 15 years to unfold.

As a child I was in the basement looking for a wrench to fix my bicycle when I saw this odd looking thing protruding from a box perhaps all of a half inch. Was faded yellow with faded red stripes and a radius at the tip. strange thing to have grab my attention but it did and further investigation ensued. turned out to be a propeller a TopFlite 10-6 to be exact.
Well thats odd ... guess I gotta open this box up now.... the cool potential is just too high not to.
the flaps of the box came open in short order on the shelf. It was too heavy to carry to the bench where the better lighting was .. but I knew what metal looked like in dim light and thats what I saw. Engines unlike any I had seen before. and piles of them.
I emptied out the box enough to take it from the shelf in seemingly short order. Then I saw another marked "Plans" in maker behind that box of engines. This one was lighter but took a bit longer to investigate. Man you could have built the entire airforce history out of that box starting with the army air corps as well as some things to shoot down with the results. So I packed everything away, save the plans for a P-51 and a P-38 to admire.
I didnt think I was down there that long ... but it was 10 PM before I got back upstairs. I had forgotten about the bike .... "so what did ya find son" "Hope you put everything back where ya found it".
There were a few attempts over the years but skill and materials where a constant set back till much later in life..
Fast forward a lifetime....
So I had this job that started out well till the lesson about changes in management came up. the workplace transformed from tolerable to hell on earth in a matter of two days and I was nearly two months past that transition, pulling 14 - 16 hour days in strings averaging 16 days since I was the only dependable entity in the place. The morning started as usual. wander downstairs and grab some coffee on my "day off" anticipating the phones ring to drag me in for another 16 day string of ritual abuse when I staggered back upstairs and slid open the top dresser drawer to find those old P-51 plans. They seemed to glow with an aura of peaceful light. Lord knows I was ready to administer some heavy metal supplements to the slave driver and REALLY could have used some peace.
.... And I began to build.
I started with the tailfeathers, cutting them out from foamboard, figuring that it was close enough to balsa in weight and probably strong enough. As I was about to join the rudder and vertical stabilizer together with cloth hinges ..... you guessed it, the phone rang, and I knew who was calling.
A day off is supposed to last longer than 20 minutes.
So I grabbed my jacket, another cup of coffee for the road .... my 629 and three speed loaders and oozed into the old Plymouth to head to work for the 17'th day in a row.
I downed that cup of coffee in the first 3 miles and started to think, pretty amazing in my state at the time that I still could think, when I locked up the brakes screaming at my self "WHAT IN GODS NAME ARE YOU DOING!!!!!".
yup ... I'd have thrown my life away 40 minutes later had that cup of coffee not kicked in.
So I diverted the trip to the hobby shop for some proper materials and gear. I ignored the phone that rang till the fuselage was built. Then and only then, I answered the phone and I told him "mail me my last check (enter favorite derogatory name here). Its the best deal I can stand give you".
I had that thing done in three days and ready to fly.
It was the time of the season to make firewood ... though this day the saw fell silent that morning.
I guess my father understood that sometimes priorities need a little rearranging to make time for things good for the spirit.
I can recall the glint of morning sunlight off the wings as she rotated out and took to the air. She tracked beautifully and needed only a little trim on the radio. It probably needed airbrakes too. A P-51 is a heck of a hot rod for a seasoned RC pilot leave alone a first time flight.
flight lasted about 1 minute 45 seconds before it plowed the back 40. To the layman that sounds pretty bad. it shouldn't have made it past the 20 second mark.
Thats when my father tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a 5 gallon bucket and a shovel saying "Lasted a lot longer than I thought it would. You want it bad enough" "now go bring it back"

It takes an epiphany like that to remember what life is all about sometimes doesn't it? That is a good story. I try to live life too, and not just earn a living!!! Wise stuff...

 

[venomballistics]

It takes an epiphany like that to remember what life is all about sometimes doesn't it? That is a good story. I try to live life too, and not just earn a living!!! Wise stuff...

yes ... and a lesson in things to find peace in as well.
People seem to need these things more than they may ever know lately.

here she is in black and gold .... I always wanted a Shelby mustang .... in some ways I think I like mine better