Peter Frampton with Yes

Well, well, well.... two concerts within one week for me. That sets a record. 'Tis the season for senior citizens on tour. Damn... I missed the Neil Young concert last night, but I'm sure the pot was just as good. The lay reviews I received from friends who attended Neil Young last night was that nobody could distinguish Neil Young from a whispery Hobbit. FRODO!!!!!!!

Which brings me to Peter Frampton and Yes. Some friends of ours invited us to join them for the Frampton and Yes concert at the Luther Burbank Center. Ooops... I suppose now it's called something commercial like the Wells Fargo Commercial something-or-other these days, but just like other landmarks in Sonoma County where people try to change the name (Black Mountain comes to mind) it will ALWAYS be the Luther Burbank Center no matter what corporate monstrosity happens to hold title for the day for commercial recognition and/or gain. Whatever.

So back to the Frampton and Yes concert. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant in Rail Road Square. After dinner we made our way to the Luther Burbank Center. Anyhoo, upon entering the parking lot at the Luther Burbank Center, we were welcomed by a non-foggy evening with temperatures still at the slightly-above-comfort level. Perfect timing for tailgating and a glass (or two) of wine.

Aged hippies in a Volvo arrived and parked next to us. They smiled at the sight of us young whipper snappers who DARED to bust against present day "political correctness" and DARE to have wine out in the OPEN for all to see. OMG!!!! Wine out in the OPEN in a PUBLIC PARKING LOT! Just where is the POLITICAL CORRECTNESS POLICE when needed? To top it off we were LAUGHING and having a GOOD TIME. SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The aged hippies hung with us for a while and spoke of "day on the green" music festivals in SF of years gone by. Little did they know we were old enough to have experienced "day on the green" ourselves. I took that as a compliment.

After the friendly chat with the aged hippies we parted ways and entered the Luther Burbank Center. The lobby was under construction and FULL of people, so we meandered out to the front. Now we know why our aged hippie friends missed "day on the green" so much as it was obviously burning and eminating that distinctive smell.

The lights began to flicker so it was time to go in and sit down for the show. I have to admit that it took a few moments to figure out that the bald guitarist was actually Peter Frampton. Holy COW! What happened to the long, flowing hair that drove all the girls wild in the 1970's? Well, time waits for no one and Peter Frampton is no exception. Still, he has the same seductive eyes and wistful smile he's always had. So what. His hair isn't what it used to be. BFD. Who's is? He's still cute as ever. At least he's not pathetically trying to look like he's still 24. Bonus points in my book. HEY PETER, YOU ARE STILL SUPER SEXY!!!!!!!!

Then onto the band Yes. Yes is a band that spans several decades, as does Frampton. One music patron who sported a long, grey beard, birkenstocks, and a knitted beanie on his head looked as though he was one step out of the homeless camp/hippie commune. You decide.

Anyway, this homeless hippie was just waving his arms and jiving to the music and dancing in the isles. He did not give a shit what anybody thought of him. God Bless him. Party on, dude.