My brother Sean, professional cellist, just sent me video of an older guy playing guitar and blowing/singing into a weird instrument that distorted his voice into buzzing unrecognizability. I texted Sean that the guy looked familiar, and that I felt as though I should know who he was.
Sean texted back, "Peter Frampton."
Sean was rehearsing with him. I guess Frampton, Sean, and other backup musicians are doing a concert sometime later this year.
A trip to Wikipedia led to some interesting bits of trivia. First, Frampton's father was David Bowie's art teacher. Next, Frampton and Bowie (three years older than Frampton) hung out and played Buddy Holly tunes in their youth. Finally, Frampton basically owned the world of music in 1976 with his live album "Frampton Comes Alive!"
Frampton is a huge lacuna for me. I grew up somehow missing all of his music. I just watched a Top Ten video of his best songs (mostly from the 70s), and the only one I recognized was #4: "Baby, I Love Your Way." But I know that song by its UB40 version! I didn't even know it was a Frampton original. Still, my ignorance aside, it's obvious Frampton was huge once, and for Sean, it must've been a privilege to rehearse with him.
My brother leads an awesome life.
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