Connecting the Dots (A Guy Named Roger)
If there is one person I would ever consider leaving my current life for, it would be for a drummer named Roger. It was 1984 when my sister showed me a video of five fab Brits performing on a stage with flashing lights and a fake waterfall pouring out of a giant screen onto their fans. From the moment I saw The Reflex I was entranced. Who are they? What is that all about? But most importantly. Who. Is. That? My sister had this poster in her bedroom. I used to stand in front of it staring directly into Roger’s eyes. I know… I know… My sister and her friends were of the Simon or John camps. That was fine. You can have them. I was alone in my Roger camp. But I knew, even then, that he was the finer choice, the one with longevity the one who would become more charming and more handsome. They’ll see, I thought to myself. They’ll see. I liked that he didn’t talk much in group interviews. I …