I don’t have a bucket list. Luckily my life has been full of things better than what I would have dreamed up. But if I ever had a list….there is one thing….one fantasy I’ve had for years, that would be at the top.
I’m not sure how it started. Maybe when I was Daisy Mae in the summer camp production of L’il Abner. Or maybe when I missed going to Woodstock. But somehow this fantasy took shape: I wanted to sing with a rock band and play the tambourine.
Way in the back of my mind, all these years later, I still have the same fantasy—which I recently confided to my friend Myra. And it turns out that she’s been living a secret life— where she’s not the queen of organic produce or the cookbook author— where she is Eric Clapton— in the privacy of her own home.
I’ve never played a video game in my life. But I had a blast; I’m hooked.
Though there’s no tambourine, I got a little practice at percussion. As soon as we come up with a name ( The Mamas without the Papas? ) I figure we can take the act on the road.
Before I can cross it off my list, my fantasy is missing just one little detail: an audience. Tonight we played for Myra’s 16- year-old son. He lasted for half a song.