Last year my band mate and I went to see King Crimson in Atlanta. We were waiting in the longest line I have ever seen at a show when suddenly the backstage door opened and out walked a man in a leather jacket, baseball cap, and dark sunglasses, lighting up a cigarette. This man looked very familiar; finally it hit me: this is Adrian Belew. I turned to tell my friend: "let's go shake his hand and wish him luck," when we heard someone yell: "ADRIAN!!" M. Belew got a look of terror, threw down his cig and sprinted for the backstage door, banging on it for dear life and disappeared backstage. This man yelling had the nerve to say to his friend: "what's his problem?!" A man standing in front of us summed it up: "what a fucking obsessed asshole!"

I joined the Scouts with my buddies when I was about 12. There were a number of nice recreational fun things to do: 1) Learn to inhale; 2) play tackle basketball on asphalt (invariably drawing blood from knees and elbows); 3) play tackle soccer (Often, someone missed the ball but nailed the nuts or stomach, whereby that vomit launch kind-of a "hooaw" was heard rather loudly and we would take pause, watching the poor bastard try to catch his breath while the more whimpy types were hollering "He's dying!"); 4) Played tackle football with a twist (house rules allowed "forest weapons" to be employed, pinecones, tree branches, and most especially dirt clods... it was so wonderfully improvised and violent -- it didn't matter what made sense, just as long as everyone agreed to exactly how you could attack the ball AFTER it was passed or while a running back launched into the gauntlet of flying objects -- utilizing whatever particular artilary was nearby. Once we used "sewer balls." I'm convinced we believed ourselves to be indestructable.).

One day the Scoutmaster got a call from an agent from a movie production starring O.J. Simpson, Lee Marvin, Richard Burton (during his "drinking himself to death" period), and as well some other lesser known actors. They needed extras. The wanted youngsters. They wanted to pay us.

They also needed sex. That's where my sister's friend came in. She dumped her boyfriend and began fucking Richard Burton as only a real class-act 18 year old blonde sex pot would.

As a bored extra I wound up in various scenes with O.J. and Lee Marvin. In-between shoots we would pester them with stupid questions and get our dorked-ass, star-stuck selves properly sneered at, grimmaced at, and ignored. It was a good education about the life of a movie star. "Ok, let's do it again...take 19. Less movement in the crowd please."

I talked to Travis Keller from Buddyhead on AIM a few times.

also, Ultragrrl and me are pretty close.

josh freese:

i was at some vandals show about 3 years back and after the show i went to the merch table to pick up a copy of sweatin to the oldies

warren the guitarist was sitting there selling stuff along with the singer and the bassist and i was anxious to see if josh freese was there (me being a drummer and all ) the crowd was kind of persistent and i was pushed up against the table and my leg kicked under the table cloth and hit something. i figured it was just a box full of tee shirts or something but about a minute later josh freese climbed out from under the table. it seems i kicked josh freese.
hooray for me.

The best famous person, and the nicest, ive even met was Bill Paxton. I used to work at a Mail Boxes Etc. and he came in one day with $300 worth of packages to ship out to CA. We spent about 1 1/2 to 2 hours talking about all of his movies, and even tv spots.

His son was there actually, and he brought in all of these seashells to wrap. My manager at the time didnt know who he was, and yelled at him for using about $1 worth of tape.

"Be sure to put that on his bill!" my boss whispers to me, and Bill hears it. After he leaves, Bill and I both laugh. He ended up throwing down like $600 easily just shipping and sending stuff back to CA.

It was great. You can see he really enjoys talking about his work.

The best part though is when i shook hands with him and told him my name was Chet. I obviously commented on his role as the big brother Chet in Weird Science after that and he said to me -

"A man of my own heart... I love it!"

haha, good stuff

So i'm at Spec's Liquor Store here in Houston. I'm on the way to practice w/ my band. I pluck a 6-pack from the shelf and head towards the counter. Low and behold... it's Billy Gibbons (and his crew) in line right in front of me. He has a considerable amount of liquor on the counter. I watch as he pays. I follow suit and head towards the door. I get to my car, and peer over at the car next to mine. Gibbons and his driver (and someone else) are loading up the trunk w/ the bottles. I go over and strike up a small, quant conversation (bullshit really). I look down in the trunk, and this guy has a fucking bar in his trunk. He pours a stout drink, we say our goodbyes, and he climbs in his Lincoln Town Car. Off we go. I got a hearty chuckle out of that. Made my day.

Tiger Woods -- Two years ago at the PGA Championship I saw him at close range more times than I could count. Not an imposing man; he looks a lot bigger on TV.

Bob Mould is enormous.

Eartha Kitt is the sexiest septaugenarian on the planet -- and she knows it.

I shook Krist Novoselic's hand eight years ago. Not very exciting.

not too many celebrities (indie-rock or otherwise) knockin around in the East Midlands of England...

Fingered David Bowie at his Tacoma Dome Concert when I was lifted by other fans in front - recieved a milquetoasted punch to the back of the head by an adoring loser.

Since I live in vancouver there are a plethora of Hollywood types up here to film their tv shows and movies...
When I passed Chris Isaak on the street and said,
"Hey, Its Chris Isaak"
..he replied, " Fuck Offfff"

Once ate all of Superchunk's food rider...Laura cried, and we were booted from the venue.