May I Have Those hours Back, Please

Listening to a classic soft rock station on the way home from work today I chanced to hear "Baby I Love Your Way" from Frampton Comes Alive. I cannot begin to count the countless hours I spent listening to this sleep-inducing morass in Jr. High. I suppose nearly everyone of a certain age, race and perhaps gender would turn to this recording in moments of adolescent inner and outer-spection. I can see I am in profound disagreement with the Allmusic.com guide review (linked above). There's nothing today to me that pops about this album save the dust crunchies of my original LP.

I know that there are many ways my time then (and now) could be spent. But, one major regret is the time I invested in the low-return payoff of listening to Peter Frampton. I suppose I could be kind and say that listening to that tripe allowed me to recognize in future days the smell of excess through a too-close familiarity. "Do You Feel Like We Do?" The answer is no, not any more.