July 12, 1976 review: Peter Frampton at Rich Stadium (complete and corrected)
How suddenly did Peter Frampton skyrocket to superstardom in 1976? A mere three months after opening for the J. Geils Band in Memorial Auditorium, he was back – this time as a headliner in Rich Stadium.
July 12, 1976
Superfest 9 – Predictable and Satisfying
Perhaps the most striking thing about
Superfest 9 in Rich Stadium was the predictability of it.
The promoters,
Everything went pretty much as planned
– from the opening of the first parking lot (at 7 a.m., an anticipated two
hours ahead of schedule) until early Sunday when the cleanup crew scooped the
last one-quart soft drink cup, watermelon rind and broken picnic cooler from
the tarp.
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“THIS
WAS the smoothest concert yet,” Festival head Jerry Nathan said Sunday, “with
the least number of problems in all respects.”
Incoming traffic moved quickly. The
show started at 2 p.m. sharp. The groups and their equipment were limousined
and forklifted in and out with military precision. And by 9 p.m. a generally
exhausted throng was streaming into the parking lots.
Even the heavens fell in line, despite
the gloomy clouds and a forecast of thundershowers.
“I want to thank you very much,”
headliner Peter Frampton rejoiced as he came back for the first of two encores,
“and hey, it didn’t rain!”
Ticket sales of 33,300 reflected
what’s being called the “softness” in the local concert market. Mr. Nathan had
expected 40,000.
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THE
MOSTLY teenage crowd was dressed almost universally in jeans and cutoffs.
As usual, they consumed plenty of food
and spirits – primarily beer, wine, hard cider and marijuana.
A handful of salesmen did a brisk
business in pills and powders, though undercover police officers were much in
evidence.
About 24 youths were arrested in and
around the stadium, most of them on drug charges.
The abundance of fireworks left one
girl with facial burns. One boy who ignored requests to sit down during the
performance was treated for a broken nose and two of four alleged assailants
were arrested by concert security men.
Otherwise, the medical staff said,
injuries were fewer than at previous stadium concerts. Too much to drink was
the most common ailment.
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“THESE
KIDS know you can’t bring bottles in,” one attendant said, “so they stand out
in the parking lot and chug the stuff down. Then they get sick.”
Musically, the afternoon was
satisfying, but less than stunning. It moved from up-and-coming proficiency
(Natural Gas) to amusing excess (Todd Rundgren’s Utopia), from boogie fever
(Johnny & Edgar Winter) to adoring familiarity (Frampton).
“Remember this day,” one of Natural
Gas told another as they skipped and ran to their dressing room after a
well-deserved encore for a no-nonsense set.
“We were the workhorses of the bands
we played in,” said ex-Badfinger guitarist Joey Molland. “What we all wanted
was to get into something fresh.”
No doubt that we’ll more from them. A
newly-assembled British band living in
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RUNDGREN, a whiz-kid guitarist and songwriter now in his late 20s, steered his quartet’s synthesized sound effects into a long fable called “Singray and the Glass Guitar” (actually ‘Singring’) and ignored requests for his big hit, “Hello, It’s Me.”
The Winter Brothers, celebrated albino
bluesmen from
Their call and answer (Edgar singing
back to Johnny’s slinky guitar) in their second encore was one of the high
points of the afternoon.
Frampton, lean, cleanly handsome and
ever-cheerful, entered with his customary leap, oblivious to the broken ribs he
suffered a couple weeks ago on a short stage in Hartford when he accidentally
jumped over the edge.
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HE
STUCK closely to the simple, empathetic soft rock on the album which shot him
to sudden stardom this year, “Frampton Comes Alive.”
Overall, his 90-minute set was a bit
less-polished than the one he turned in April 7 in Memorial Auditorium, but his
talking wah-wah guitar (“I want to tell you that I love you, Buffalo,” it
uttered) was far more sensational.
A
“He was much better this time,” was
the verdict.
The next rock concert at the stadium
will feature Elton John, Dave Mason and John Miles Aug. 7 and is expected to be
a 70,000-seat sell-out. Plans for a third concert later in August are
incomplete, Festival East reports.
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IN
THE PHOTO: Peter Frampton backstage with WGRQ-FM’s Jim Santella (97rock.com photo).
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FOOTNOTE:
Natural Gas didn’t last. One album. One big tour with Peter Frampton. That was
it. Joey Molland’s Wikipedia page notes that “a general lack of organization
led to the band’s demise late in 1977.”
Molland lives in
Utopia was Todd Rundgren’s venture into progressive
rock, which began in 1973. At this point, the Utopia lineup included Kasim
Sulton on bass, Roger Powell on keyboards and Willie Wilcox on drums. Utopia
lasted until the mid 1980s.
Powell’s Wikipedia page notes that he was a protégé
of Moog synthesizer inventor Robert Moog and developed the first hand-held
polyphonic synthesizer controller, which allowed him to tap into a stack of
stuff offstage.
The entire Johnny and Edgar Winter performance that
night is posted on YouTube. Second guitarist was Rick Derringer, who produced
hit albums for the Winter brothers and gave us “Hang On Sloopy” when he was
with the McCoys in the 1960s. The YouTube setlist matches the one on setlist.fm:
Let the Good Times Roll
Johnny B. Goode
You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’
(Edgar Winter song) (On YouTube it’s called Buffalo
Shuffleo)
Pick Up My Mojo
Baby What You Want Me to Do
Frankenstein
Slippin’ and Slidin’
Jailhouse Rock
Tutti Fruitti
Sick and Tired
Reelin’ and Rockin’
Blue Suede Shoes
Jenny Take a Ride
Good Golly Miss Molly
(encore)
Jumpin’ Jack Flash
Tobacco Road
By July, Peter Frampton's multi-platinum live album had set up long-term residency in the Billboard Top 10. There’s no Frampton setlist for the Rich Stadium date, but here’s what setlist.fm says he played on July 18 at Balboa Stadium in
All I Wanna Be (Is By Your Side)
Penny for Your Thoughts
Baby, I Love Your Way
Baby (Somethin's Happening)
Doobie Wah
Lines on My Face
Show Me the Way
(I'll Give You) Money
It's a Plain Shame
Do You Feel Like We Do
Shine On
White Sugar
Jumpin' Jack Flash (but maybe not in Buffalo, since the Winter brothers played it)
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