This One Time, At Rock Camp

November, 2003

I have convinced myself that the final night of Rock n' Roll Fantasy Camp is no big deal, no different from putting on a skit with my cabin mates when I was nine. But this isn't the stage at Camp Winnawoka; it's the Bottom Line, a world-famous club in Manhattan. And this isn't a marshmallow on a stick in my hand; it's a bass guitar, on which I am expected shortly to accompany camp counselor Roger Daltrey. Yes, that Roger Daltrey. Probably best not to dwell on the fact that I'd never picked up a...