This One Time, at Rock Camp… Rock N’ Roll Fantasy Camp Wants to Make Your Air-Guitar Dreams Come True for Only $6,000 – Groupies Not Included
Playboy Magazine By David Peisner This One Time, At Rock Camp… Rock n’ Roll Fantasy Camp wants to make your air-guitar dreams come true for only $6,000 – groupies not included I have convinced myself that the final night of Rock n’ Roll Fantasy Camp is no big deal, no difference 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 bass before three days ago. “Hellooo, New York City!” the emcee howls, raising an expectant cheer from the standing-room only crowd. “Are you ready?” For those about to rock, we beg your forgiveness. Stratocasters and fanny packs Rock n’ Roll Fantasy Camp is the brainchild of concert promoter David Fishof. Decades ago, baseball fantasy camps proved that rich, paunchy sports fans would pay top dollar to play catch with rich, paunchy ex-athletes. Fishof applied the idea to music, creating a place where people could “eat, sleep and live rock and roll.” The first RRFC, held in 1997 in Miami, lost money, but Fishof revived the camp in Los Angeles last year, and now he’s brought it to New York City. While financial riches have so far proved elusive, the rock-camp concept has found its way onto pop culture’s ultimate barometer: The Simpsons.
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