Last Night: Peter Frampton At House Of Blues

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Photos by Barry Sigman
Peter Frampton
House of Blues
October 16, 2011

If you own one Peter Frampton album, chances are it's Frampton Comes Alive!, the 1976 effort which sent the former Herd/Humble Pie singer and guitarist's solo career into the stratosphere. In the process, the title became kind of shorthand for a massively successful record and led to a slew of bands releasing their own double live discs, which continues to this day.

To celebrate the seminal record's 35th anniversary - or, more likely, as an obvious marketing angle - Frampton is performing the entire thing live on his current "FCA 35" tour. And the sold-out stop Sunday night at House of Blues easily proved the record still has legs, and that the 61-year-old Frampton is a musician who clearly enjoys performing for his audience (imagine that!) as well as an underrated guitarist.

Performed mostly (but not exactly) in the sequence of the record, the Frampton Comes Alive! songs - lyrics, solos, and melodies - were as comfortable and familiar as a well-worn concert T-shirt.

Of course, audience reaction peaked during the record's biggest hits and FM radio staples: The gently lolling "Baby I Love Your Way," which brought out the most smartphones taking video, "Show Me the Way," and, of course, the epic, talkbox-driven "Do You Feel Like We Do?" Love that talkbox, even after all these years!

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Frampton was in good humor all night. After noting that the audience chant of "Peter" sounds like "Peanuts," the crowd took up the nuttier word while Frampton egged it on and his organist played a little baseball music. And seeing the large amount of video takers, he asked if footage would be uploaded to YouTube in time for the band to watch on the bus.

In a cheeky recorded intro before the show, an announcer pleaded with amateur Scorseses not to film during the song "Baby, I Love Your Way" because "there are already too many versions out there on the internet."

Interestingly, it was on a trio of numbers - "It's a Plain Shame," "I Wanna Go to the Sun," and "(I'll Give You) Money" that Frampton and his band - including original Alive! bassist Stanley Sheldon - really took off to musical high points. The heavy, crunchy songs allowed for ample player interaction and solos.

After finishing Alive! and a scant intermission, Frampton took some chances with the material for the second set, eschewing his other hits (sorry, those pining for "I'm In You") for deeper tracks. This included "Asleep at the Wheel" from last year's Thank You Mr. Churchill album, and a number of instrumentals, including several from the non-singing Fingerprints record.

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House of Blues

1204 Caroline, Houston, TX

Category: Music

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Gary Packwood
Gary Packwood

Lord have mercy.

You review the work of a true music icon in the Western World and close out your review by talking about a tank-topped women sweating bullets along with a jackass musclehead guy who annoyed you to the extent that you recommend jail time for him and the loss of his girlfriend as a companion.

Keep it classy Houston Press.

"Classy" Rock Bob Ruggiero
"Classy" Rock Bob Ruggiero

Hey Gary, thanks for reading! And if you've read other concert reviews on this little ol' site, you know that most of them end with those four category questions that don't necessarily address the show, but the atmosphere and audience. But maybe you missed that. Keep it classy, too!


Right you are Gary.  Bob: you are a true DaVinci of music reviews and Sunday's Frampton show was the Sistine chapel. You write in HD, hun!  Annnnd..well...what can I say about the photos by Barry Sigman who is equally as handsome as he is talented.  ( I might be a little biased.) Clear, honest, vivid and FANTASTIC shots!  Yah.  I was there too. Despite the erosion of his youthful mane, Peter's axe work continues to thrill and amaze me. Closing my eyes for a moment, I listened to him and if I didn't know any better, the year could have been 1976 all over again. Unfortunately, I was stench-distance away from the armpit of Musclehead Jackass, feebly attempting a sketch of Frampton during the show. He thrust his elbow across the page of my drawing and ruined it.  Then, told me to get out of HIS space! C'est la vie. I guess there's only room in the media pit for photogs and writers. 

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