Once More With Feeling

"Roll over, darling. Pass me a Marlboro," Peter murmured.

"Yeah, right. Hey, d'we have, to have the Les Paul in here?"

"Well, if you get rid of your tape recorder, I'll—

"All right, all right. Now what was I asking you? Do you sleep in the nude?"

Nah, it really didn't happen, and if , Peter Frampton says otherwise I'll take his Boy Howdy t-shirt away from him.

Actually, I found myself waiting for the slender guitar artiste backstage 'at one of Detroit's larger rock emporiums.

Now, I'm a sucker for a pretty face just like you boys, so when Peter Frampton tells me that he can talk to me in "ten minutes," I guess I get a little dazed and confused. * And wait for about 45 minutes before approaching a record 1 company man* lurking nearby.

"What would it take to get into the

dressing room?" He kicks the door open with his foot.