Show Me The Way (Peter Frampton) - Day 25

Picture, if you will, driving from Lynbrook, Long Island, to Miami Florida, in a smoke filled wood-paneled station wagon. 3 howling boys with no seat belts, bouncing from back seat to cargo area, without abandon. The year was nineteen seventy-six, and the soundtrack was Frampton Comes Alive. Sounds like we’d all never heard before, voice synthesized through guitar. I was on the edge of 10, but my brothers and dad were really into this sound. Wah, wah wah wah wah Waaah, wah wahwah wah WAH wah wah wah. I can picture it pretty vividly. Every single time I hear, Show Me The Way, I am brought back to that simple time in the Marino family’s history, our first real road trip. It’s one of the only songs that reminds me of my brothers from a more innocent time, and over the past few years as my oldest brother, Car-mine, was going through all his cancer treatments, I would snap a pic of the Sirius screen in my car to text it to him and remind him of the simpler times. I guess now it takes on a more sentimental meaning.