I don't know if these qualify as strange, but here goes...
1) Simon Kirk, the drummer for Bad Co., is sitting in the lobby of the Riverwalk Hilton in San Antonio. My friend wants an autograph, but she's too scared. (We're 16 at the time.) So I go up and ask him and explain, yada yada. He was really nice. He wanted to buy me a drink, which ticked off his lady, but when I told him how old I was, he got me a Coke instead, and sat talking with me about music for quite a while.
2) I was on a date with this guy, and we run into Eric Johnson (the guitarist) on 6th Street. My date kinda knows him. As I extend my hand to introduce myself, my ******** date grabs me, throws me over his shoulder so that my whole backside is exposed to Eric (I'm wearing a miniskirt), and tells him my name and that he's taking me home. Oh no you are NOT!!! Not after you embarrassed me in front of Eric Johnson!!!
3) I was in Sound Exchange on the Drag (great record store, but is gone now). I was looking for old AC/DC disks. So was Ricky Williams. We both reached for the same album, and bonked heads. We had a good laugh, bemoaned the fact that we couldn't find what we really wanted, and then his girlfriend got impatient and he had to go.
4) Hubby and I ran into Harry Anderson and a bunch of the guys from 2nd City down on 6th one night. They'd just come out of a restaurant. They saw us coming, and stopped us to ask where the best comedy club was. So we sent them to the Velveeta Room.
5) Guy Fiero was right next to us at Southen Culture On The Skids this year, at the Continental. My husband looks at him and says, "Hey, aren't you in a band or something? You look familiar." And I go, "No, honey...he cooks on tv!" So we chatted for a few minutes, and then enjoyed the show. At encore time, he and I both screamed for "Soul City". And they played it!
Cherie
