When I went to see the evens, after the show I looked over my shoulder and saw Steve, Corey Rusk, Mike Watt and Ian Mackaye all standing around bullshitting.
I know they are just people and whatnot, but that's some serious firepower right there. Would have been a good picture, like one of those rat pack pictures you see or something.

I also met Mr. T once, he seemed real cool.

Oh yeah and I worked on Dick Portillo's kitchen, hooked me up with 150 bucks in gift certificates. I think I still have a few left.

I once pissed next to Ray Nitschke in a pissing trough at Lambeau feild... I wanted to shake his hand however I had just pissed and there was a line for the sink... I did not get a look at baby Ray but I bet dude was hung like a horse...

When I went to NAMM a few years ago I'm pretty sure Bushwick Bill asked me where he could get some food.

Back in high school I worked at two different NAMM conventions. My best friend at the time worked for his dad, who in turn owned a floral company that rented plants, shrubbery, trees, etc., to different conventions rolling through town. For a dopey kid into metal this was pretty awesome. I met pretty much everyone on that radar back then. Well, actually no real metal dudes thinking back on it; all Sunset Strip glam shit with the requisite virtuosos strewn about here and there. I wish I had a funny or embarrassing story to tell, but everyone was very polite and well-mannered with the exception of Billy Sheehan. That guy is a cockbag. No class.

I gave acid to the bass player of Jesus Jones.

I met a shirtless Pierce Brosnan on a Kauai beach a year ago. We were up on the northwest shore and there was no one else out on the beach, just me, my wife, Pierce, and his golden retriever. My dreams came true that day.

that damned fly wrote:

busbus wrote:I let Mike Watt use my bass one night after he left his in Iowa. He kept complaining about the action on stage.

mike watt plays with very high action.

No wonder he developed hand problems so bad that he had to go to a small scale bass.

Tuolumne wrote:I met a shirtless Pierce Brosnan on a Kauai beach a year ago. We were up on the northwest shore and there was no one else out on the beach, just me, my wife, Pierce, and his golden retriever. My dreams came true that day.

Wait... you always dreamt of having a three-way with Pierce Bronson and his dog?

I kid.

i got to talk to anthony hopkins on the phone for some work related thing. he had just fired his assistant. he answered the phone "ello, ello" and said i had a strong name. i hope to get to have dinner with him later next year.

i asked neve campbell out on a date...she said no.

m.koren wrote:

dontfeartheringo wrote:

m.koren wrote:I held the door open at a photocopy place for ... a guy who must have looked like Micheal Stipe. He said 'thanks' and looked terribly depressed. Stipe's about 5'9".

FYP

Maybe. They were in my city (Vancouver) at the time, recording and going about town. The guy I saw had lyric sheets in his hand that he was presumably going to be making copies of. Nope, it was him. I don't know why I remember him being tall. Maybe there was an incline going down to the front entrance of the copy place. In any case, you live in Athens, so you know of which you Stipe.

Yeah. He's around all the time. Not a bad guy, actually, esp considering the insane amount of shit he often gets from college students when he's just going out to get a beer, which he does most nights when he's in town. People put their hands on him, grab at him, it borders on harassment. If he punches someone, they sue and they're set for life. God knows, I'd have been sued back into sharecropping six times over by now.

Brushes with Fame


The definition of fame is debatable, but here's my list.

-I spoke to Stephen Hawking very briefly after a lecture he did one time.

-I got high with a few well known RnB/Hip Hop artists when I had a job as a recording/mix engineer. I was clueless who they were at the time so it didn't really matter. Giving someone shit for hogging a joint only to find out later who they were was interesting though.

-Lou and J-Lo from Sebadoh stayed at my place after a show one time, as did Tara Jane O'Neil and her band.

-Smoked some weed in the van with the new Don Cab lineup while Damon was busy arguing with the bar because they refused to serve triples.

-When I was too young to know any better and was crammed in the front row at a Pearl Jam concert with 30,000 other people Eddie Vedder came down and gave me his guitar pic. It says "Ed" on it.

just last week i was at the airport coming home from christmas.

in australia, famousness doesnt get much more famouser than a comedy/band/act named "tripod" (see above).

they were picking up their shit in sydney while my flight was delayed. i BOO'D them. i thought, being comedians, they'd see the humour in getting boo'd out of an airport.

there was no laughter or smiles...just heads down and look the other way.

i felt like an asshole.