Aerosmith is one of the bands you kinda always heard growing up. I mean even if your parents were foreign and didn’t listen to American music, you still probably had heard Steven Tyler’s distinct vocals on either “Walk this Way,” “Dream On,” “Cryin'” or “Crazy.” (And if you were living under rock during most of your childhood and managed to get to high school without hearing the tune, there’s no way you haven’t heard the 1998 Armageddon hit “I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing.” Fun fact: It was the last dance at my senior prom.)
Anyway. Friday I attended Rock N Roll Fantasy Camp… and well, learned that Steven Tyler = Ultimate Rock Star.
He carries himself like he owns a room. Which is interesting, cause he’s not as tall as you would expect. Says whatever he wants, and no one argues it. He’s a bad-ass.
I mean, he was wearing like animal-print/snakeskin like pants, and crocs. CROCS! Yet, no one called him out. And he matched so well. Even his signature scarf matched the Crocs.
Awkward moment? He kinda-sorta-not-really-but-slightly groped me… Pay attention to this next clip:
Hmmm, what else? Scott Hamilton, the Olympic gold medalist, was rocking out on the drums. Yes, he paid thousands of dollars to attend a 5-day Rock-N-Roll fantasy camp, jam out with other aspiring rockers (doctors, consultants, you name it…) and well, it was quite random.
Highlight for me? Rami Jaffee, keyboardist for the Wallflowers. I remember listening to “One Headlight” on the bus in 6th grade. I told him about it. My love for the song. He told me that made his day. Life changing.