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Strangest celebrity encounter you've had?

Nothing weird or crazy, but Jimmy Fallon was at one of our shows at the Borgata casino in AC. Nice guy. Said he enjoyed it.
Met some Eagles players over the years playing around philly.
Played the Preston and Steve Camp Out For Hunger a few years back. Those guys are hilarious. Eddie Money was there to perform, too. He and his entourage were very nice.
 
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a few years back i met carter beuford before a dave matthews show. they were playing with big head todd and the monsters (who were bigger than they were at the time) in sacramento. before the show my friend (who bought the tickets) and i were walking down the block to get a cup of coffee and we saw four big black busses parked on the street. so this big guy is standing by the bus and we start talking to him while waiting to get in. he mentioned that he was a drummer and so we started talking music for a minute. real genuine guy, well after a few minutes we checked our watch and headed in the show. two sets later the dave matthews band takes the stage and we see the guy we had just been talking to behind the kit. he blew our minds that night, complete with 30 min drum solo that was anything but typical. anyway it was pretty cool

I am glad to hear that carter beuford is a cool guy he's a great drummer but I can almost tell through his playing he's a nice guy.
 
Got to meet Norm Stockton, Adam Nitti and Lee Sklar at NAMM. All three really nice guys, especially Norm - super cool and friendly guy.

Met Victor Wooten at a clinic he was doing in Boulder, CO about 10 or 15 years ago. Got a pic with him - cool guy.

I grew up in Chicago and got to meet my childhood hero, Walter Payton... Class act all the way! Signed autographs and threw the football with a bunch of wide-eyed third graders.

Just in the last month my wife and I were on a "Dancing with the Stars" cruise - it was for my dad's 80th birthday. Anyway, Carson from the Queer Eye for the Straight Guy show was on the cruise. The guy is a MAJOR JERK! Ridiculously arrogant!
 
Not mine, but very strange. My sister was at a large horse show, near Montreal, Canada. She's walking down a side street near the show and a big limo rolls by. The window opens, and, I swear this is true, the friggin' Queen of England waves at her and says hello.
The Queen was big on horses and used to go to quite a few big shows.
 
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I saw Dan Hill in concert at the old round spinning stage at Ontario Place in Toronto and after the show there was an international fireworks competition at the same park; so, the place was packed. Dan Hill was driving a car trying to get through the crowd. He had his window down and I walked up and told him how much I enjoyed the concert. He was very gracious and thanked me for coming.
 
Reminds me of leaving Victoria Station years back and stopping at a roundabout as a beautiful old limo with a very high roof and huge windows drove by, going too fast for the road. I looked up and right into the eyes of the Queen in the back seat, who looked as surprised as I was, must have been the look on my face. Philip was next to her, just caught a glimpse of him as the car sped away.

Funny story, I was walking in the Village in Manhattan a while back when an old friend I knew from Verbier walked down the stairs outside an apartment building. It's habitual to see people I know from there all over the world as it's a famous resort and I'velived there for over 30 years, running bars and playing in a band. I had a huge smile on my face and gave her a big air kiss on both cheeks, she was beaming back and super friendly. It was only as I backed up that I realized it was Elle McPhearson (sp?) and that she must have also mistook me for a friend as I was so natural about approaching her. I just ended up chatting for a second and said goodbye, she was none the wiser that we had never really met.
 
Back in 2002, I was eating at the Hooters Restaurant in Toronto and I can always spot musicians a mile away. There was a group of guys talking to the waitresses and signing autographs. As they finished and were walking out, I stopped them and asked what band they were in. They said they were in Drowning Pool and were playing at a large nightclub that night in Toronto. I told them I am a musician too and they invited me to the show but I told them I already had tickets to see Joe Cocker and The Guess Who that night. I said I don't ask for autographs but could they sign a napkin for me to give to my 18 year old daughter who won't believe I met them. They did me one better. They had a briefcase with promotional band photos and signed one and gave it to me for my daughter. There was a couple with a young boy sitting a few tables away who had no idea who they were and through the whole conversation, got their son a signed photo too.

They were super nice and polite guys and it was a pleasure talking to them.

Now, here is the really strange part about this story. The lead singer Dave Williams died the next week, which made the whole encounter and autograph that much more poignant.
 
James Blunt came to an after-ski gig we did, for about 20 minutes. It's no big deal, because he lives here, and he's a regular guy in this town. We get a lot of celebrities, funniest was when the King of Sweden used to drink in my bar, about two or three time a winter. Bodyguard in the corner and a few of his old friends, they'd drink and pick up women (they'd usually come out for boys weekends, though the first year I started the bar he came one night with the Queen, we had a short conversation in my rudimentary Swedish and he became a semi regular after that, even funnier because the bar was called King's Bar.

Also had Coulthard, the F1 driver, in the bar a few times, and Ingmar Stenmark once as well, super nice but very quiet guy. None of these were that strange, just name dropping.

One really strange encounter, early '80s, was getting into a ski gondola with my then Swedish girlfriend when this rat-like little creepy guy jumped in with us and leered at her the whole way up, ignoring me and trying to chat her up the whole time. Turns out he was the guy who used to procure teenage girls for Roman Polanski, really disgusting human being.
 
I met Angus Young in an airport once. Nice guy but he was 5 feet tall and deaf as a doorknob. Everything I said to him he cupped his ear and went "Ehhhh? Ehhhh?"

I also use to work at liquor store in Spike Lee's neighborhood when I was in college in the 80s. I was always polite and greeted him with "Hello, Mr Lee." I'm convinced he hates white people. He use to yell at me if I didn't move fast enough and he called me "rabbit" as in White rabbit. But if a black person from the neighborhood recognized him, he was all "right on, brotha." What an angry little prick. I've seen nothing since then to convince me otherwise.
 
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I met Angus Young in an airport once. Nice guy but he was 5 feet tall and deaf as a doorknob. Everything I said to him he cupped his ear and went "Ehhhh? Ehhhh?"

I also use to work at liquor store in Spike Lee's neighborhood when I was in college in the 80s. I was always polite and greeted him with "Hello, Mr Lee." I'm convinced he hates white people. He use to yell at me if I didn't move fast enough and he called me "rabbit" as in White rabbit. But if a black person from the neighborhood recognized him, he was all "right on, brotha." What an angry little prick. I've seen nothing since then to convince me otherwise.

Spike Lee is one of THE biggest racist pricks in the world actually.
 
I had a strange one a while back. I was in a little place in the college town I used to live in and John Fahey was going to play there that night. As I usually do, I went there rather early to get a good seat. John had just played a sound check and he sounded awesome. He went to the back of the room and sat down next to his wife and started drinking a beer. I walked back to him and said, "hello Mr. Fahey. You sounded really good. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" He looked at his wife and said, "should I talk to him?" She said, "sure, he seems nice." I replied, "that's OK. Have a great show," and I walked back to my seat and sat down. That was just a bit too weird for me.

I just now read the wikipedia page about him and it was rather disappointing. It neglected the span of time when I saw him and this event took place. He recorded two albums of Christmas music that are really excellent work and I saw him on a mini-tour in support of the first of them. I can't stand the vast majority of Christmas music but I really like his albums.
 
I have a couple more celebrity encounters that are not weird at all but all these people were super nice.

I took my girlfriend at the time to see Donnie Iris & The Cruisers in concert. We were walking up toward the front door to the venue and there was a guy standing by himself outside smoking a cigarette. I told her that it was Donnie Iris and she did not believe it. When we got up to him I stopped and talked a little bit and he was very nice and gracious and thanked us for coming out to see his show. I met him a few years ago again before a show and he again was the very same way.

I went to see a comedy improvisation show starring Colin Mochrie and Brad Sherwood. I parked my van along the street behind the theater and saw two guys standing on the loading dock. I walked over and we talked for a few minutes and they were very nice and appreciative that I came to the show and enjoyed the Whose Line Is It Anyway? TV show they were on. They said they hoped that I would enjoy the show and I did.
 
I lent my knife to this celeb today
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I was walking down the street in Athens, Georgia, one night, headed for a record store. There was a blue Volvo wagon parked with nobody else around it and a bunch of weirdos sitting all over it. One guy in particular was reclining on the hood of the car, wearing a cowboy hat. A girl sat next to him, with a smirk. They all appeared to be looking at me as I walked down the street, but I thought they looked like a bunch of dorks looking for attention so I walked by without looking or saying anything and blew them all off. Turned out it was Michael Stipe. I suppose I should have said hello or something, but I really didn't care before or after. Or now.
 
I saw Dan Hill in concert at the old round spinning stage at Ontario Place in Toronto and after the show there was an international fireworks competition at the same park; so, the place was packed. Dan Hill was driving a car trying to get through the crowd. He had his window down and I walked up and told him how much I enjoyed the concert. He was very gracious and thanked me for coming.

I think if I'd been there I might have tried to get the crowd to help me roll over his car! Just a little payback for that horrid "Sometimes When We Touch" that played on the radio 976,000,000 times one summer. It drove me freakin' insane!
 
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