Played Rampage against Fieldy from the band Korn. He kicked my ass. Didn’t know he was in Korn until he got up on stage, otherwise I would of asked for an autograph. http://www.geocities.com/zacasskorn/
Met and talked with the entire band of Limpbizkit. Got a poster with all their autographs.
Chatted with Natalie Merchant at the free concert here a few years back.
Met both sisters, Kim and Kelley Deal, from the Breeders (and the Pixies) one night when their tour bus stopped at the gas station I worked at. Didn’t think it was them and let them leave without asking for an autograph. I remember Kim smiling at me while I rang her up and just thinking, “No way Kim Deal would be out here in hicksville”.
Met Jessie Venturas wife when she came thru my old company, Minnesota Life. She was doing some charity thing.
I’ve met quite a few local television celebrities and politicans. Senator Norm Coleman, Robin Robinson (news lady), Jeff Pasolt (news guy), Randi Kaye (news lady), and said “Hello” to Glen Taylor (owner of the Minnesota Timberwolves).
I met Mr. T in the 80’s when I was wee gal. I just remembered being afraid of the big black man in gold chains.
I saw Brian May (guitarist from Queen) at Disneyland in Oct 2002. He was with his wife and i was with my friend at the time and I said hey that dude looks like a an old washed up rock star and he said hey thats Brian May. rian May looked very tall had wild hair and he is skinny and wrinkly yet still looks lie ka rock star.
When I was at the Beverly Center in June 99 I saw Jennifer Lopez at a Tower Records? or some music store signing. She was there to promote her first cd.
I saw Gwen Stefani at Disneyland.
Saw Arnold Schwarzenegger running on Santa Monica Beach.
Hm. Bob Odenkirk & David Cross (“Mr. Show”) at Amoeba Records in Berkeley (Bob was looking at some shitty album, and I asked him, “Why are you looking at THAT?” and he said “You gotta know the enemy”. Met Bob Mould (musician, Husker Du & Sugar) twice, and chatted with him for an hour the second time. Jerry Seinfeld (smug), The Replacements, The Kids In The Hall (went out to dinner with Dave Foley & Kevin McDonald after the show)… all I can remember right now.
Sort of, Formerly_Sniffs_Markers was working on a film and a lot was filmed on location in a hotel. She got in an elevator and there was a good-looking young guy standing there with his hands on his hips and in one of those hands he was holding on of those dust mask/surgical masks. Being an Aussie, Markers’s first instincts were to take the piss out of the guy (that’s how you know an Aussie likes you). She looked at the mask he was holding by his waist and said “so sorry you need such a little cod piece.” The guy chuckled. Seeing as he took it so well, she kept on it for the duration of the elevator ride. Made fun of his “shortcomings”. It wasn’t until later that he was the lead of the film she was working on. (She’d had no idea who he was.)
To make matters worse, later a “private, do not enter” sign had fallen off a door and Markers walked right in on them when the make-up crew was in the process of taping up his “Little Elvis” in a sort of cling wrap sling so he could run around nude in a scene without Little Elvis swinging into the camera shot. She walked into the room and he was sitting starkers on a table with two make-up techs taping up his johnson. “Oh, hi! Codpiece guy!”
We saw Christian Bale on TV once and she said “hey, that’s the naked codpiece guy I worked with!”
I was once extremely rude to former Chicago Bears quarterback Jim McMahon, but he SO had it coming. A small (7 or 8- year old) child approached him while he was eating dinner at the restaurant where I was working, and McMahon threw his fork down onto the table and said, “Gdd**it! I can’t even f***g go out to dinner without being bothered!” The kid started to cry, so I took him by the hand, led him back to his own table and said, very loudly, “That is not Jim McMahon. YOU know Jim McMahon would NEVER talk like that. That’s a jerk who just LOOKS like a football player.” After settling the kid down (his mother was very grateful) I turned to the snotty quarterback and said, “You ought to be ashamed of yourself.” McMahon gave me a dirty look, but that was about it.
Worked in college radio. Just a couple of highlights. I met and hung out with just about every punk band that toured between 1980-85.
Hung out with James Lee Hooker for 60 minutes between sets.
Played pinball with Robin Williams. He really sucks at pinball but he was really funny about it. Made fun of how bad he was playing. I’m pretty dang good at pinball, but didn’t have the heart to trash him. He walked by about 15 minutes later when I was racking up games and said to me “next time I won’t go so easy on you”
I have a picture of me with Matt Winston (a character actor and the son of Creature Shop wiz Stan Winston) at a convention.
I can’t say that I’ve actually “met” anyone else, although I have come within just a few feet of Patrick Stewart, Connor Trinneer and Dominic Keating (all Trek folks). Oh, and Ed Begley Jr. at a Rolling Stones concert.
I used to work for a concert promoter, so I’ve met lots of famous musicians. The first week I met No Doubt and drove B.B. King around in a minivan. After that they all kind of blur together.
My best celebrity encounter was in New York city. My friend and I had been walking all over the city trying to find some elusive Midi equipment. It was the middle of winter, and we were wearing our standard industrial rivethead clothing, lots of black and camoflage and combat boots.
Just as we were going past the NBC building, a limo pulls up and a short guy in a tux gets out the back, nearly running right into us. He looks up at us with this look of total terror then scurries into the building.
I turn to my friend and say “Was that Dustin Hoffman?”
“Yeah. I wonder why he looked so scared.”
A little while later we were in a resturaunt that had a mirrored wall, and we realized what had scared him. We looked like extras from a bad movie about street gangs. The kind of movie where the gangs wear coordinated outfits and are strangely multi-ethnic. He probably thought he was going to get mugged.
I’ve had Thanksgiving dinner with Gibby Haynes of Butthole Surfers.
I’ve been yelled at three times by David Crosby. (What an ass! )
Once served a veggie burger to Ann Richards. (She’s even shorter than me and very stern. “Is that veggie burger any good??” “Uh, why, yes, m’am. It’s quite good!”)
Served a cheeseburger to Molly Ivins. (Now that is a tall woman!)
Pumped gas next to Bruce McCulloch at a gas station on Sunset Strip. (He kept lookin at me. It was weird.)
Stood next to Gil Bellows. Same movie set I stumbled upon where I got to see Nicholas Cage.
Got to be close to Lyle Lovett as he did a free show at Waterloo Records in Austin, TX. But I don’t think that really counts. In a store that small, everyone got to be close to Lyle Lovett.
I don’t know if he counts as a celebrity, but when I was a young bellman I took Lash Larue (King of the Bullwhip) out for drinks with the rest of the staff. He was a very funny and garrulous old man who talked mainly about reincarnation (which I was “into” at the time) and his many many marriages. He drove an old Cadillac convertible with bull horns on the hood and was in town to read poetry at a balloon race. Chain smoker and heavy drinker, but held his liquor well.
I know you’re ordinarily a very reliable source in such matters, and I would normally believe you without question, but – you’re talking about the Julie here. You simply must be mistaken. Perhaps it was an evil Julie Andrews impersonator who behaved so badly?
I’ve never understood this “I don’t wait in line, I’m a Star” b.s. That may be true, but here’s how it works: you don’t wait in line, because you’re a Star, because you’re rich and important enough to have your minions do all your shopping for you while you stay home and sit on the terrace sipping Mai Tais. If you’re so foolish as to go out to Waldenbooks all by yourself, you’ll probably have to wait in line, right?
Mine have usually been pretty entertaining, at least for me.
The funniest had to be Richard Simmons at Miami’s airport. I was in line for the security check and I had a Pepsi in my hand. He’s in front of me, dressed exactly like you see him on TV. Spandex and everything. Hilarious. So he turns around to me and says “You know, those sugary sodas are terrible for you” and does the little hand thing. I just look at him (I was a 15 year old smartass at the time) and take a big sip of it, and stare back at him. He shook his head and turned around.
The other one I don’t remember, but my parents have told me about it. When I was 4 or 5 we were vacationing in Florida and I was running around the pool area yelling and playing. Apparently I woke up Chris Berman’s baby, and his wife bitched my Mom out while Chris and my Dad awkwardly talked about sports.
I’ve met tons of athletes, mostly from Chicago (Mike Singletary, Walter Payton, Michael Jordan, Frank Thomas), but some others also. George Steinbrenner was one, he gave me a Yankees hat.
I was on a group trip to Catalina Island with a bunch of other elementary school kids and I had a new autograph book. Some of the other kids were standing in line to get an autograph from a guy and when I asked a friend who he was, she said the ship’s captain. So I got in line and gave him my new book to sign. Many years later I was looking through my book and it says “John Travolta” I don’t know if it was really him, or if it was the captain and he was bored, using a fake name. I remember he was nice about it, tho
Anyone know how to get a autograph checked for authenticity?
When I was nine, I sat on Danny Glover’s lap at a rodeo, and he gave my sis and I his autograph. I didn’t know who the hell he was…just some dude handing out autographs. Then I saw The Color Purple. I’m kinda glad I saw it after I met him and not before.
One of my brothers was standing behind Sean Connery at a Celtic match (soccer) years ago …
My parents met Jack Charlton at Cork Airport (former soccer player/Manager of the ROI soccer squad)
I swore at someone who nearly broke my leg exiting the same door I was entering, I was told by my friend that he (the *rick who nearly *ucking broke my *ucking leg - as I’d called him) was Dwight Schultz. She was utterly mortified. When I met him again later I told him he’d nearly broken my leg and he apologised - bless
After looking at all the celebrities people have met here, my life seems somehow empty…The only person I’ve met who is remotely a celebrity is Brock Yates, the guy who wrote Cannonball Run.
I met all the members of REM and Bela Fleck and the Flecktones, both the Indigo Girls, Ralph Nader, and Grant Lee Phillips. woodstockbirdybird, congratulations on meeting (and, I assume, seeing in concert…wow!) the amazing band the Replacements. I’m jealous. Oh, and my friend saw the Dead Milkmen at a bar in Cleveland one time and drank beers with the band.
I met Downtown Julie Brown at a gift shop in Daytona Beach, Florida in 1989. This was when Daytona Beach was the Spring Break destination for college students, and Julie Brown was there with MTV. I was paying for my sunscreen when I noticed a nice-looking black (I won’t say African-American because Julie Brown is British) woman walk in with about three guys in suits tailing her. The clerk said something along the lines of “Holy Shit!” Once I realized who she was, I calmly looked at her and said “I hope you enjoy it here.”
She was very polite and smiled and said “Thanks mate. I hope you do, too.”
I met Jay Leno in college. I was on the entertainment committee that booked him and so I got preferred seating by the stage. After his performance, I handed him my autograph book without saying a word. He smiled & signed it and asked if I enjoyed the show. Nice fellow.
I met Rich Mullins (a Christian pop musician who remains pretty popular on Christian radio to this day, 6 or so years after his death) at Agape (a Christian music festival in Greenville, IL) in 1991 or 1992. He was shopping around at the vendors’ tent and stopped long enough to sign my autograph. He was rather huffy about it, but maybe he was in a hurry or something.
