Remember in Elementary school when they designated a day to spend with your parents in the work force? I do… except I was always one of five kids who had to STAY in school, while every one else was out partying with their parents. I suppose it’s because my folks are in the education field, so keeping me in school was important to them.
Anyway, last weekend I had the privilege of having a “Bring Your Dad to Work Weekend”. I went on a little mini-tour through New England and showed my dad what life on the road was like. By the end of it, I realized my touring life consists of four basic things: driving, performing, finding a park to walk my dog, and finding a café to get things accomplished… probably not quite the rock star life he was expecting, but I think he had fun anyway. After all, this may have been the life he always wanted. He and my mom used to rock out libraries in Minnesota playing children’s music. My dad picked away some James Tayloresque guitar, while my mom sang and pulled random things like kazoos from her costume, which was an apron with a bunch of pockets – hence their band name… “The Pockets”. They were pretty much rock stars, but they had to give it up because they wanted a more private life for us kids. The paparazzi tended to be overbearing.