I’ve had a few, but my favorite ever was meeting and getting to hang out for a little while with Joe Strummer.
Was mid/late 90’s, and my band at the Time was punk rock, but musical & pushing the boundaries of punk (not 3 chord, 1/16 note, simple music, and not part of the newly popular “pop punk”) and very political.
Thus, The Clash was our favorite band - pushed boundaries and Strummer had a way with words I admire to this day.
Either way, JS & the Mescaleros were playing Roseland Ballroom in NYC. We enjoyed the show, then decided to check around back afterwards. We weren’t the only ones, when we got back there there was a small crowd waiting by the backdoor. While waiting, we snuck one of our albums into an open window on the tour bus, not knowing if we’d actually meet anyone. (I always wonder who found it! Ha!)
Eventually Strummer came out and was bum rushed by all these people, mostly middle aged men with handfuls of Clash/Mescalero paraphernalia. He was very cool & patient, and signed all of their crap, from playing cards to posters to albums... some guys trying to get 5 different things signed. The 3 of us just hung back, and he eventually he saw us standing back, and kind of gave a nod. Once the last guy was done getting his stack of crap signed we approached, wanting nothing but to thank him for his music & message and to shake his hand. He was such a cool, nice guy, and seemed to appreciate we weren’t just trying to get things signed to go sell. We ended up talking with him about a variety of topics for at least 15 minutes, actually got to hand him our album to check out, he introduced us to his wife, and put us on the guest list for the next nights show in Philly.
Such a honor to meet someone I looked up to, and so much more meaningful having an actual conversation than having his name scrawled on a piece of paper.
The world lost a true talent way too early, and I’m so grateful I got to meet him.