My experience, to start you off: I once stood in line behind Bruce Cockburn at the bank, and only recognized him because I glimpsed his name on the bank card he was holding. By the time I realized it was him, he was at the teller, but I probably wouldn't have said anything anyhow.
― Sean Carruthers, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― james e l, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Momus, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I had calls out to Springsteen (who said no), Lou Reed (who mulled it over, then said no), David Byrne (who said no, very late), and Stephen King (another big unlikely Ramones fan, who told me "no," while I was busy transcribing Bono's stuff). Names that were vetoed for being "too obscure": Joe Strummer (!!!), Dave Grohl (too obscure? He was on fuckin' Letterman!).
In any event, the rest of the week was a hellish miasma of phone calls to passively cooperative publicists and WAITING. At the *LAST POSSIBLE MOMENT* I got a call from the man, who proved to be thoughtful, talkative, apologetic, gracious, and a real gent. I only needed 250 words, but he's a talker....so he gave me upwards of 1,600. Most of which shan't see the light of day. Check out the edited version of the eulogy on page 30 of the stateside edition (with "smartkids" on the cover), or check out the longer version here:
http://www.time.com/time/sampler/article/0,8599,107223,00.html
― alex in nyc, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
"Have you got any true crime books?" he said. I pointed him in the right direction.
My co-worker whispered to me, that's Nick Cave. I thought it was, I said. Nick found a true crime book for 50p, came back, looked very serious.
"Have you got any Bibles?"
― Tom, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
More mundanely, I once sold a soft porn magazine to Phil Oakey while working in a newsagent in Bayswater.
And finally, while eating an ice-cream at a garden centre in Alexandra Palace a few years ago, it dawned on me after about five minutes that the nondescript looking woman at an adjacent table was Louise Wener of Sleeper.
― David, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
These are the only famous people in the "pop" world I have met. Thank you for reading this reminiscence. I hope it did not sound too old-fashioned.
I must now go to bed. I have a meeting with the new young people's group - Youth In Support Of Hunting (YISH) tomorrow morning. Perhaps some of you are members, or are at least aware of it?
― Lt-Col Anthony Sanderson (retd), Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I did say hi and complimented him on his album at the time (Gorgeous George -- not actually a favorite but since I have a big soft spot for Orange Juice I thought I would say something nice). Cottoning on that I was a fan, he asked if I was going to the show that night. It seemed impolite to give an honest answer, so I lied and said of course.
In a non pop related sighting (since Ally brought up Harrison), I saw Jerry Seinfeld when I was in LA. He just seemed like one of those obnoxious LA morons because he was showing off his blue porsche to some pony-tail man. Gross.
― Nicole, Monday, 23 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Alleged Gallery in the Meatpacking District is a good place for starspotting. Recently they had a show by Susan Cianciolo called Run Restaurant; a sort of childish Japanese cafe made of flimsy plywood.I was having lunch there with Claudia of the Magnetic Fields, and in walked Bjork. (Like all famous people she looked like a slightly older, more paranoid version of herself.)
A couple of minutes later I was in the gallery bookstore showing Claudia Index magazine, telling her how embarrassed my girlfriend was that her breasts looked so big in the photos they'd run of us, and I suddenly realised that the big bald guy next to me was Michael Stipe.
If a bomb had gone off, what a tragedy for modern art!
Encounters, encounters -- uh. Well, I was walking down Melrose for the first time in 1989 and my then-roommate and LA native was saying, "You have to get used to seeing famous people around." Two seconds later Ric Ocasek came dancing by me with a Super 8 camera and a friend filming something random before dashing down the street. I reflected upon on this later.
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― ethan, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Andrew, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
(* - closed in 1983 after failing to land "Return of the Jedi". Shame.)
I never tire of telling this story. Oh hang on - I just have.
― Michael Jones, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
A couple of months ago, I saw the old bass player from ultrasound sitting in the head of steam pub in newcastle. Does that count? No, thought not.
Oh, several close friends were at the o-arse-is gig at newcastle riverside where someone got up and punched noely g. they saw the band outside afterwards, and the way things transpired was NOT how it was presented in the press @ the time, I can tell you! x0x0x
― norman fay, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
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My wife has a very entertaining history of accidentally dissing famous people. The best story comes from her freshman year of college, where a young suitor from Dorchester took her out to a local nightclub to meet these five scruffy-looking friends of his. She was singularly unimpressed. One of the five off-handedly mentioned that they were a singing group. My wife said, "Really? I am a singer, too. What do you guys sing, pop, classical, or what?" The group became EXTREMELY miffed and stalked off while the suitor hung his head in shame.
The year was 1989. The five rebuffed singers were New Kids On The Block.
― Dan Perry, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― stevie, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Well it's a marvellous night ..............., Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And I didn't realise this was meant to be pop star sightings, I forgot about that when I wrote about Harrison Ford and his knock off wallets. Momus is right, the streets of NYC are basically one big movie set, or at least a tv show set. The most ordinary experience I had was seeing Jessica Simpson and whats-his-face from 98 Degrees (aka Jessica Simpson's ugly boyfriend) gone jogging together. Neither were very good, she stopped twice on one block to catch her breath. Not that I'm better, but still. I also sat on the subway and chatted with James King for about a half hour when the subway got stuck, and while she's not a pop star she did date Kid Rock so that's pretty close. Those are the most ordinary ones. The best one is still Harrison Ford, or perhaps getting into an argument with Damon "Freddy Krueger" Albarn.
My cousin used to date Madonna's brother. And since Fred isn't answering I'll answer for him: Fred saw Isaac Hayes once. He was giving fitness advice to someone, talking about how he "eats right". I find that pretty funny.
― Ally, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Back in 1994 in Athens, GA, Michael Stipe carded me at the door of the 40 Watt Club. It was 2 days after my birthday and he said, "Happy Birthday". I was quite excited being a huge REM fan and all (well, the old stuff at least) but things got really weird when, inside, my then-girlfriend notified me that he was "checking me out" rather intensely. I looked and he was! Oh dear, my adolescent hero was scoping me out! Freaky!!
Last year, my band was playing in Minneapolis and Joe Strummer came to the show (he was playing at another venue that night). He came backstage for some heavy drinking and picture taking sessions. He was extremely nice and toasted to boot. I geeked out and had him sign my guitar. The weird thing is that we had soundchecked that evening with "Captial Radio One", so when he showed up, we tried LIKE HELL to have him get up onstage so we could back him for a version. He declined nicely though saying that he didn't want to "steal anyone's thunder."
I once sat next to Adam Franklin of Swervedriver in a pizza joint. It took me a while to recognize him because he had very recently shaved off his dreads.
Hmmm... Will Oldham lives about 2 blocks from my girlfriend. Does that count?
― Tim Baier, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Lt. Col., would you happen to remember which Dylan song it is that Denny sang in French?
Fame - it's all by association - so... My sister once saw Morrissey outside a restaurant in LA. She said it looked like he was trying not to show that he knew that she recognized him. She didn't say anything. (Why did he end up in LA of all places? It's so wrong!!!)
My sister and I once saw Billy Crystal outside a shopping center in LA waiting for his car. Of course, we had nothing to say to him.
― youn, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Apparently by last year he had taken to covering the windows of recording studios with aluminum foil so people couldn't watch him work. That's not terribly ordinary, I suppose, but it's awfully funny.
One of my friends hit one of Weezer with her car. Just rolled into the guy, but knocked him down. It wasn't the drummer or Rivers or Matt Sharp, it was the other guy, who I think is out the band now.
― Scott Plagenhoef, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I saw Sally Timms at a show once in Cleveland, apparently she drove from Chicago to check out Andre Williams. I would've bought her all the fake wallets in the world, yes I would, if I only could.
― Steven James, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean Carruthers, Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Lt-Col Anthony Sanderson (retd), Tuesday, 24 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I once accompanied Dudley Klute on 'Very Funny'.
― the pinefox, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
My Dad's had rather a good celeb-spotting career. He was in a cafe in Spain and turned around to see Salvador Dali sitting at the next table. Not pop, but quite good. He's also been on a plane with N- Sync.
― Madchen, Thursday, 26 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Stuart Murdoch carried our keyboard down the back stairs of the Garage. He was there to fuss over his girlfriend's band, who we supported.
His help in manhandling our incredibly unwieldy Vox Continental does not entirely make up for the fact that he was bloody rude to "everyone except the support band and the soundman" during soundcheck.
You will all now laugh at me for being a "stereotypical Belle and Sebastian fan" and make rude comments according to your own pre- prejudices despite my own personal tastes. But that's OK, I'm used to it.
― kate the saint, Friday, 27 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― the pinefox, Sunday, 29 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― AP, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― cw, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― JM, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Otis Wheeler, Wednesday, 2 May 2001 00:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Daniel_Rf (Daniel_Rf), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 23:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― SplendidMullet (iamamonkey), Wednesday, 16 April 2003 23:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Bruce Urquhart (Bruce Urquhart), Thursday, 17 April 2003 00:53 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nick Mirov (nick), Thursday, 17 April 2003 01:11 (twenty-two years ago)
there's Fish, the ex-Marillion chap, standing at the bar, about to order,and above his head there hangs that little black menue/table, in two languages, with chalked-on names of food and their prices, including this peculiar item: "FISH = 10.-EEK"
(that sum's leass than 1 USD, btw)i'm sure the man must've spotted the conspicuous line in the menue himself, but unfortunately i did not notice the moment he spotted it
― t\'\'t (t\'\'t), Thursday, 17 April 2003 01:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― justin s., Thursday, 17 April 2003 06:12 (twenty-two years ago)
* Incident 2A drunken (and possibly high) Lee Greenwood asked me if I wanted his autograph. I declined.
* Incident 3 and 3.5Julio Igelisias thanked me for bringing in a box of little water bottles, then he went back to absently chewing on a peice of lunchmeat. As I left the dressing room, I bumped into Jose Jose as he was heading for his. He nodded curtly and said " 'scuse". I saluted and moved on to my next boondoggle.
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 17 April 2003 11:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― kate, Thursday, 17 April 2003 12:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Thursday, 17 April 2003 12:29 (twenty-two years ago)
it was a shock i can tell you, he was meant to be the really nice oneand they were my fave band at the time.
― piscesboy, Thursday, 17 April 2003 13:05 (twenty-two years ago)
Also, IanSPACK to thread for his disturbing Cabaret Voltaire story...
― ss, Thursday, 17 April 2003 13:42 (twenty-two years ago)
― Lord Custos Epsilon (Lord Custos Epsilon), Thursday, 17 April 2003 13:45 (twenty-two years ago)