Yeah.. so I had the weirdest damn dream that Roger Daltrey (yes of The Who) was my paternal father. I figure this is mostly the fault of going to see them in concert Friday night (as an aside the show kicked ass and we had awesome seats right in front).

For those of you who don’t know (which might be all of you since I don’t normally discuss this with people), the man I call my father now is actually my stepfather. My mother remarried when I was like 7 years old, so for all intents and purposes he is my father (since he’s brought me up all these years since then), even though they are now also divorced.

My paternal father, whom I don’t remember, but have seen pictures of, was trying to do the “right thing” and married my mother after she became pregnant with me at the age of 17. Needless to say, things didn’t work out, but that’s all I know. There was one point in High School, where me and a friend of mine were going through my mother’s yearbook pointing out guys we thought were good-looking. Afterward my mom had said something about one of the ones I pointed to being my father. I was confused by this since I had looked at the yearbook before for my father and the man who appears on my birth certificate most certainly is not in the book. So who was this mysterious person who I pointed to? To this day I often get very strange ideas about who my real father is, but never go so far as to investigate it.

All this however doesn’t seem to deter me from having this following dream:

It starts out a bit Liv Tyleresque (for those that don’t know, Liv’s mother Bebe Buell was a groupie/playboy playmate in the seventies. She inevitably ended up marrying Todd Rundgren who helped bring Liv up, until one day Liv noticed a strange resemblance between herself and Aerosmith front man Steven Tyler’s daughter Mia (the two of whom had dropped by to visit one day). She inevitably got up the courage to mention it to her mother, who confirmed that indeed when she was a groupie she had slept with Mr. Tyler).

So yeah, I’m at the show and realize that I bear a resemblance to Roger (incidentally I don’t, the only similarity between us is blue eyes and a serious lack of height, tho if I had half the body his hair had when it was long maybe I wouldn’t always look like I have a Ozzy Osbourne hairdo).

So somehow after the show I get backstage, and he confirms that he did sleep with my mother after a tour in the Boston Area in August of 1972, but that he had been unaware that the tryst had produced offspring of any kind. (as far as I can tell, and yes I looked it up, they didn’t do a show on this date, however if I had been born a year earlier then indeed they did play shows on August 4-7, 1971. Daltrey would have toured in 1973 after his solo album, but that puts the time frame a year too late.)

Then I face my mother, who affirms that indeed he was actually my father. The man she had originally married, she tricked into thinking he was the one that had gotten her pregnant. (of the few pictures I have seen of my dad, which aren’t very good, he’s a bit of a tall lanky version of Roger only with brown hair, which I guess explains more why I had this stupid dream in the first place. Why would he question the child if the two fathers happened to look so similar?). Also the strange fact that I never even heard of the Who until I was like 13, even though my mother, a music lover had pretty much every album cut in the 1970s, but no Who albums. Was is a clever ruse to try to keep me from realizing the truth?)

Anyhow it goes on and on like that with lame realizations..

Though indeed it would be kind of cool, just think the cool music I could have at my upcoming wedding!

And of course to answer the question I’m sure you are all asking after this crazy dream, NO I DID NOT SMOKE ANY DRUGS AT THE CONCERT! (though I will admit there may have been a small contact high as the people three rows in back of us were certainly doing their share).