Concert Review Styx and Frampton

Went to the Styx/Peter Frampton concert last night in Denver.  The opening number was a group called Nelson.  Never heard of them before.  These two blonde haired guys walked out on stage with accoustic guitars.  I thought they were the 'mmm bop' boys for a moment.  Turns out they are the sons of Ricky Nelson, remember him?  They were really pretty good, kind of like Bon Jovi without a back-up band. 

Peter Frampton was next on the line-up.  I wasn't a huge Frampton fan, but I appreciated his talent and was really looking forward to being able to rub this concert in my brother's face because he WAS a huge Frampton fan at one time.  So I wait as the band comes out.  The crowd was cheering as these old rock-n-rollers come out.  Gotta say for old guys, these guys are in pretty good shape.  Some guy comes out with a really cool guitar and I just know I am looking at Frampton's guitar!  What an honor, I would love to be the one who gets to carry Peter Frampton's guitar onto the stage.  The guy is obviously in awe as well cos he looks around then turns back and starts to walk back... And then he started to play the guitar and the crowd started to cheer... except for me who was sitting there totally lost.  Who was that guy and why was he playing Frampton's guitar?  Then it slowly dawned on me and and I turned to my husband.  "He's bald!  Peter Frampton is bald!"  All through the next two songs I sat there breaking my stunned silence only to reiterate 'He's bald!'.  Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being bald, but the only images I had of Frampton was with a big bush of hair and this guy probably had more hair on his eyebrows than he did on the top of his head.  Someone could have warned me!  I gotta say though, once the shock wore off I was treated to an awesome performance.  That man still has it.  And he's funny to boot!

Styx was and always will be fantastic.  For a short while I was back in high school, screaming like a groupie, which was okay because everyone else around me was too.  The audience was an odd mixture of young and old.  There was one couple in front of us that looked they were in their 60's and had been dragged there by their children.  The guy had this look on his face that said 'Didn't like them then and I don't like themnow.'  They left early.  Not me, I screamed through the last song.  I feel sorry for the rap-generation because as I listened to the bands that I loved 25 years ago playing live, I know that these rap bands of today will never have that longevity.  My sons will probably never be able to go to a live concert of their old high school favorites when they're in their 40's.  How sad!  My band may be bald but they still can rock!