An Open Letter to Rick Wakeman
Dear Mr. Wakeman:
You may remember my friend Lisa from such classic photo recreations as:
Lisa and Rick Wakeman: Caped Crusaders
There’s a little game I like to play called “Lisa or Rick?”
Lisa, rocking the keytar like a boss.
But the game has taken a dark and unexpected turn.
Suddenly, I’m having trouble telling the two of you apart.
Lisa or Rick? Who can tell??
And who could blame me? After all, you don’t just share a hairstyle and wardrobe.
You both have stage presence, off-stage presence, and a taste for intriguing instruments.
The struggle is real.
But there’s hope.
Mr. Wakeman, I know that if I saw the two of you together, side by side, I’d learn to recognize my friend again.
Think about it: you can meet the one and only Lisa, I can learn to tell the two of you apart again, and Lisa can stop fielding constant requests for “Catherine.” Wins all around.
We’ll see you in Chicago on Saturday, Mr. Wakeman. And, very likely, you will see us.
Love,
Maggie
