"Connections"

[Michedelic]

I took a sh*t next to Robert Fripp once. Does that count?

What a coincedence. I once had a conversation with him about the lack of doors on the toilet stalls in the dressing room of the 1000 seater hall in my hometown, which he had played approximately 20 years previous to our encounter. Must have left an impression.

 

[TheOxRocks]

A friend of mine once insisted that he’d found his way into Bob Dylan’s dressing room before a gig and talked with him.

Knowing how reticent Dylan was/is, I smiled indulgently every time he told the story, but deep down just KNEW that it had never happened.

Until he told the story a couple too many times to suit me. I then proceeded to tell him about a long conversation I’d had with Levon Helm and Garth Hudson before my first Ramble at Levon’s place in 2010. He called bull(bleep) on me - and then I showed him a cell-phone photo of myself, Levon and Garth.

Boy, did he feel stupid.

 

[soundsupport1]

I genuinely forgot this one:
My double bass teacher was a scottish man who was actually a cello player.
When he was at school, the other cello player in the school orchestra was his best friend,

Jack Bruce.

Peace,
SoundSupport

 

[bikemusic]

Back in the day, I played on stage a time or two with Pete Seeger. He was a true legend but humble enough that he didn't care whether his bandmates had any chops, as long as they were into the music. I was playing an acoustic Dean bass (badly) and he was playing his famous banjo that he hand-lettered with "This Machine Surrounds Hate and Forces it to Surrender". It's in the R&R Hall of Fame now. [His banjo, not my bass!]

 

[BruceWane]

Back in the mid '80s I was working in the parts department at a Toyota dealership in Houston. One of the car salesmen, seeing my long hair and earring, asked me if I was in a band, I said "yeah".

He says "My son's in a band too! They're really good! I'll have to bring you one of their tapes sometime!"... and I'm thinking "oh great, he's gonna bring me some crappy cassette of his 13 year old making some godawful racket in their garage, and I'm gonna have to act like it's good stuff".

I see the guy here and there over the next few months, and he keeps saying "I gotta remember to bring you one of my son's tapes!". Yeah, whatever.

So he walks up to the parts counter one day and lo and behold, says he has a brand new cassette from his son and a bunch of photos.

He sets the cassette on the counter and starts showing me the photos. The cassette is "Master of Puppets".

And it hits me that the salesman's name is Dennis Hammett. The pictures were a bunch of personal shots from Kirk of the band goofing off in Japan during their '86 tour.

This connection got me nothing

 

[Bajo Clarkko]

I forgot about this one:
Back in the early 2000s, I was asked by my friends at the local Guitar Center if I’d like to be a judge at the upcoming “Guitarmageddon” contest. They said that one of the other judges was going to be Doug Ingle, from Iron Butterfly. (As a kid, I was a HUGE Iron Butterfly fan.)

Sure enough, contest night comes around, and he introduced himself. We actually talked at length. I told him that In-a-Gadda-da-vida was one of the first albums I ever owned. He asked me if I’d be a judge the following week, because he was go to be there. He asked me for my phone number.

Following week, he leaves a message on my answering machine, reminding it’s contest night.
I brought my Iron Butterfly Greatest Hits CD, and he wrote a very lengthy inscription.

SUPER nice guy.