I mentioned last week that for a considerable period of my existence, there was no question in my mind that my dad was the guy on MTV imploring us not to stop believing. I mean, I was 3 (and 4 and 5, and ok-fine, 13), and well, was it entirely implausible that my dad, who rarely put his guitar down and had a room in our house appointed with fine musical instrumentation of all disciplines, was the lead singer from Journey? Maybe when he went to work, he flew to Burbank California to film music videos or play the Hollywood Bowl.
Oh, you laugh now.
“Awww, how cute! She thought her dad was Steve Perry!”
Then look at these pictures and laugh just a little less.
(and mom – he swears he wasn’t impaling her with a pencil and I wasn’t there so I can only take his word)
Ah! See?! Little Girl Pigtail wasn’t so adorably delusional, now was she?
PS – My dad is still a rock star to me. He even wrote me a song. It doesn’t get any more rock star than that.