Skip to main content


Dear Rock Stars,

After watching all of the amazing performances from this summer’s tour, I was totally blown away. We had so many impressive bands contending for the big London Rock ‘n’ Roll Fantasy Camp prize. The votes poured in by the thousands and the competition was fierce. You are all truly Rock Stars and you officially have the fans to prove it!

Our London camp guest stars have weighed in with their decision and I am very proud to announce that a dynamic group from New Orleans called 'THE COSMO KIDS' is our grand prize winner. Congratulations!

Coming in a very close second was Boston showstopper's 'HEY NANCY!' who will each receive $2000 off RRFC London and a $1000 gift certificate good toward any 2009 Rock ‘n’ Roll Fantasy Camp.

Our third place winner is a band of Baltimore rockers called 'ROADKILL' and they will each be awarded $1000 off RRFC London and a $500 gift certificate good toward any 2009 Rock ‘n’ Roll Fantasy Camp.

Thanks again to all of our summer campers, and to everyone who voted, for making this such an exciting contest! If you are considering registering for Rock ‘n’ Roll Fantasy Camp in London, time and space is running out! Please call Zak or Samantha at 888-762-2263 if you have any questions or need help getting signed up. If you purchased a DVD from camp, orders will be shipping shortly.

I hope to see you on the other side of the pond!

Warmest Regards

David Fishof
Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy Camp

Whew. Now we can at least put all that silliness behind us, hmm?


Popular posts from this blog

Marriage Material??

I had a friend call me today, fuming. I consider myself a good listener on most days. Considering that I was out of town on a work trip and doing absolutely nothing in my hotel room, my listening game was on-point.

She recounted the exchange that sent her off. I will spare you some of the more personal details, but the gist was, at one point, the dude-bro she was talking to flat out told her that she wasn’t marriage material.

Torn between wanting to be a supportive friend and being completely gobsmacked, I felt her frustration. No. That’s not quite right. I didn’t feel the same frustration she felt. I’m approaching what some consider middle age. I’m white. I’m primarily interested in women. Oh, and I have a penis., I can never truly feel the same frustration she was feeling. Or an anger that comes from the same place her anger came from. No matter how in touch I am witn my feminine side (whatever the fuck that actually means).

Instead, the frustration and anger I was feeling w…

Out of Sorts

Not sure what my deal is today. I got up this morning to go for a walk and it was spitting rain, but no biggie. My thriftstore Nikes were kind of hurting my feet, so that didn't help. But it felt good to go for the walk (other than the hurting feet). And it's all going well...and then I get into work and just turn into PMS-Man.  I don't know what my deal is. I just feel bitchy this morning and I'm not sure why. Yeah. That's all I got.

Post Con-Fusion

It's 5:40 AM on a Wednesday. I have been up for an hour. I have an outline for a work in progress that I intended to work on this morning. I was in the middle of a chapter that I started at lunch and had every intention of continuing this morning. But, much like me, it seems the characters wanted to sleep in today. They wanted to just hunker under the covers as the rain danced its hypnotic melody on my roof. The swoosh swoosh swoosh of the ceiling fan keeping time with the rest of the nocturnal orchestra.

So, I shifted gears. I am taking  a course on getting more words on the page. Something that I want to do need to do if I am to get all of these books that are floating around in my head out in to the world. It's not so much that I think the whole world will love and adore them, although I certainly hope that is the case. No, it's more the fact that it's getting crowded up there. I need to get these words on the page for my own sanity as much as anything else.