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Peter Frampton played with the CinCity Ballet yesterday, their last performance of the season. I remember Frampton as the pretty faced, curlied haired man-boy of my college days whose music played in the background on someones radio somewhere. Never bought his music, but I thought this would be an interesting way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

It was more than interesting. It was phenomenal. Exuberant. Muscular and athletic. And beautiful.

If I can ever find a rendition of Friendly Fire to post, I will post it here. The man knows his way around a broken heart. The dancing that accompanied it has come and gone, but is not forgotten. Like all good heartaches. 



http://news.cincinnati.com/article/20130427/ENT07/304270071/Review-Frampton-ballet-mesh-art-forms





Comments

  1. NanceApril 29, 2013 at 12:43 PM

    I saw Frampton in concert not too long after the release of his second album. He was still skinny and had that halo of curly blond hair. He played in Cleveland and the place was packed. Oh, it was about two hundred years ago....

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    1. UnknownApril 29, 2013 at 6:20 PM

      He doesn't play like it was two hundred years ago!! The place was rocking and the ballet patrons were on their feet--a standing ovation after each act. I've not seen that before.

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  2. The BugMay 1, 2013 at 1:13 PM

    I saw that that was happening - I wish I'd gone to see it!!

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