Dude, if you meet Keef, let alone Waits and Prine, that would be a Good Day, indeed.
I just came in to point out that Peter Wolf of the J. Geils Band did not co-write We Built This City and other songs for Starship. That’s a different guy named Peter Wolf..
I’m not sure which one it is; one listing gave his creds as both bands. I’m not enough familiar with any of the three to have caught the glitch. 
Whoever wrote the listing probably assumed it was the same Peter Wolf. I want always aware of it myself.
That’s nice. I wonder what they want your advice on.
Bottled water, of course. I mean, duh.
Word to the wise, Sting, one celebrity to another, lay off the sports drink endorsements. And I’ve taking the liberty of rewriting “Roxanne” for you.
I supplied the “bottled water” to a Tom Waits show, 1979 or 1980.
It was special water, imported from Europe.
In green bottles, with “Heineken” embossed on them.
He carried one on stage when he came out.
I knew they had to be water, since this was on University property and alcohol was strictly prohibited.
Wow, what a night.
So… writeup on the awards ceremony can be found here.
At the reception, I was privileged to chat for several minutes each with Tom Waits, John Prine, Kathleen Brennan, Jim Jarmusch and Sturgill Simpson. I got to say hi to Peter Wolf and was glared at repeatedly by Elvis Costello. I missed out on meeting John Mellencamp and Roseanne Cash. I lurked on two hours of conversation among these folks and others like Salman Rushdie and Colum McCann.
This isn’t boasting or gloating. It’s a lead-in to noting that I can still be made to feel very small and wee. Standing around with legends will do that.
And that’s even on top of being sought out in this crowd by people - some very well known - who assumed I was " someone" too - I have that aging rock-star look and frequently get that “you’re someone, aren’t you” approach at gatherings. Getting it in this group was charming, even if it was about all that elevated me above the serving staff. (I can only chalk Costello’s mild hostility up to his assuming I was “someone” he had a beef with, which I understand is quite a long list. I guess that’s flattering.)
What a day.
Linkie no workie.
Also, congratulations.
Here’s a better writeup from the local paper; you can search for more.
I just put some comments together and realized I spent a few minutes chatting with Diana Krall as well - she’s married to Costello and was wearing a very distracting dress.
The army all saluted
As they marched along the road.
Was it the King? Or Kitchener?
No. It was Mr. Toad.
The Queen and her Ladies-in-waiting
Sat at the window and sewed.
She cried, ‘Look! who’s that handsome man?’
They answered, ‘Mr. Toad.’
Fantastic. And, I hate you. 
Heh.
Good for you! I almost hope you got to take pictures, though cameras/phones are often forbidden at such things.
You ended up loving and meeting artists who were Actually able to appreciate you for who you were.
Its more rare than you know.
I have some nice photos - only video recording was taboo.
Unfortunately, the prize photo of Prine, Waits and me was taken by a very nice lady with an impressionistic bent. As a fellow Waits fan commented, “The camera has been drinking…” Still getting framed along with my autographed CD covers…
But here’s Prine, Waits, Brennan, Costello and Jarmusch…
Very cool - sounds like a great experience.
Obviously that’s why Elvis was looking at you pissed.
I wish. I’ve become one of those guys in “dadly flannel” as my daughter puts it, the ones two hot grocery checkers talk about their sex life in front of because he’s invisible.“I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful. I always look awful in the mirror. I keep going with the belief that my real face is much better looking.”* - G.A. Effinger
*Then again, I’m a foot taller than Elvis and have much better hair. I dunno.
I think I just wasn’t pushy enough to go past his natural armor. Shrug.
And, too, if he didn’t want people looking at her like that, he shouldn’t let her wear very low-cut leather dresses and get up on stage and sell fifteen million albums and all. So there.