My doctor calls me a young seventy-five,” Peter Frampton says with a smile. “Which is better than an old seventy-five, right?”
For an artist who’s lived many lives – prodigy, teen idol, guitar hero, global superstar, forgotten man, comeback kid, survivor – Frampton wears it all lightly. Sitting in a sunlit room in his house, with trimmed white beard, wearing a blue denim work shirt and a Late Show With Stephen Colbert baseball cap, he looks fit and happy.
