i have never really met anyone famous, i thought i saw gary oldman and tony blair once on the tube in london but it ended not being them. what a total shame, i would have liked to have met the priminister on the tube:)

I met Richard Belzer when he was filming that HBO show Homocide and I asked for his autograph because I was under the impression that he was Ric Ocasek. He got a little pissed but not really.

oh crikey, dozens of pisspoor stories. music related ones include:

noel gallagher: asked me about my Lovetone guitar pedal once.

bjork: when I accidentally got in her taxi cab outside a studio.

manic street preachers: i was djing at a venue in london last year, and this conversation took place:

james dean bradfield: (at cigs machine in front of dj booth) "Excuse me, do you know how much cigarettes are from this machine?"

me: (having recently quit) "Nope, sorry, not a clue".

james dean bradfield: "Bugger."




adam ant: came and sang a song onstage with my band once

milo aukerman: came and sang a song onstage with my band once

those two were pretty special.



have seen robert plant about more than a few times in camden (he only lives up the road). he is indeed huge and looks like a leathery lion.

have met brian may of queen, and his son, and his daughter...on three different occasions!

and I met the queen. when i was ten.

I met Fab Five Freddy once.
My Pal Brian:"Fab, Faiz, Faiz, Fab."
Fab: "What's up, Faiz"
Faiz: "Hey, Fab."

Lotsa "F" sounds.



Faiz

I once ate dinner with former Los Angeles County prosecutor Vincent T. Bugliosi. Nice guy.

Oh yeah,

Rod "Rod Blag" Blagojevich is my neighbor. He goes for runs in short shorts every morning. The first day my roommate Tim and I were moving in, we were drinking beer and smoking at 10:00am (you can do whatever you wan at whatever time you want when you're moving--it's a fact). He ran by (he runs more effeminately than I) and we raised our beers to him. He gave us a "There goes the neighborhood/Be polite--potential voters" wave and ran his football helmeted hair back around the corner.


Hair brushing with Celebrity.


Faiz

I used to live down the street from Dan Rostenkowski.

I got dissaproving looks off George Lucas when I got so drunk I was gurgling in a pool of my own vomit on a table.

Got drunk with Irvine Welsh on a long train journey and he frightened a lot of the other passengers by "singing" along to Search And Destroy on my walkman.

And I got a kiss off Jane Birkin.

Maybe like a lot of people on this forum I've kinda got used to meeting musicians a bit, but there's still the occasional one who makes me feel a bit giddy and starstruck. My best one is probably sharing a whiskey with Aphex Twin. I was nervous and he was funny.

Most gracious would be either Liam Hayes or Dave Pajo, both of whom I respect enormously and were really nice to me.

Most interesting is Mark Wirtz, the 60's Abbey Road producer.

Most obnoxious would be Bobby Gillespie.

Most chemically altered was Kim Deal.

Most entertaining was Dave Lovering who kindly performed (excellent) magic tricks for me and a few friends for about 2 hours.

Most crazily insanely famous was Paul McCartney.

Most huggable was Brian from Lightning Bolt.


God, I love this topic. You know, one of the first things I always ask famous people when I meet them is what famous people they've met, and whether they were nice or not.

Remember that show Black Sheep Squadron? I was and still am a huge fan. As a kid I lived in an airport community and we had a plane, so at some point I felt needed to chose a hero that fit my niche demographic. At about the same time I discover the "Black Sheep" on channel 50 (I think that was a primitive Fox but I could be wrong). Obviously, the introduction of Gregory "Pappy" Boyington to my impressionable young mind, regardless of whether Robert Conrad portrayed him accurately or not in the series.

In 1989, at the age of 14, my family and I did what most every aviation family did in August. We headed up to Oshkosh for the annual EAA fly-in (experimental aircraft association). One of the most exciting activities on this adventure to the world's largest air-show / aviation conventions (at least for a 14 year old) was to cruise the sponsor tents for all the latest cool aviation tech and gadgets and what-not. Low and behold I stumble upon the real deal! In the flesh before me sat a withered old man signing books at a small table in the corner. I knew instantly that it was him and I can't say I really know why. He did not resemble Robert Conrad in the slightest. He did, however, resemble my grandfather (a WWII flight trainer and pilot for American) who died a year before. Apparently this further enamored the old fighter pilot to me, because I just ran up there and told him I how much I dug the shit out of him (in crazed 14 year-old super-starry-eyed fashion). My parents bought me his book, which he autographed, and I continue to treasure. I wanted one of the litho-prints he was selling of some Corsairs that I guessed he had done, but they were more than the P's could spring for.

Well, thats the end of that ramble.

I also pissed next to Billy Joe Armstrong (of Green Day fame) at McGregor's during the Kerplunk! tour. That'd be pre-Dookie for all you young-ins. It didn't occur to me to look.


T

Yeah, Bobby Gillespie is a real twat. I was out in central London one night and after a few beers realised I needed a dump. I made my way to the toilet and grew impatient after waiting 10 minutes for the one cubicle to become vacant. I could hear long sniffing noises from within and so banged on the door and yelled words to the effect of "Hurry up. I need a shit." Seconds later an excitable Mr Gillespie appeared and, forcing his (rather long) face into mine, growled "If you don't leave me alone i'm gonna shit in your mouth." He then scowled at me for the rest of the night. He also tried to shag my girlfriend a few months before this, but the incidents were in no way related. Now i see him all the time and he's in a right mess. Cunt.