We've all got them. No - not those!

"Pet" Celebrities. Famous people we once met - or better, met and have spent time with, or even met and are still friends with.

In an earlier discussion, I shared how Gary Moore (ex of Colosseum II, Thin Lizzy) was once my roadie, and how I initially met him. I didn't go on to say that I later bumped into him in Henley-on-Thames with a gentleman in a long coat, and he invited me to share a beer or two with him and George. Harrison, as it turned out.

My "main man" is a guy that a friend of mine introduced me to after he asked me to give him a lift to work. This "work" was in the garden of a modest stone building just outside Henley, which had a barn near the entrance.

We went into the barn, where my friend led the way to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Having made 4 cups of tea (and rolled a couple of fat ones), we proceeded through a living area in which there were leather sofas, a spiral staircase, a TV and a stereo. There were also several guitars littering the place, and I could hear the "thud, thud" of music coming from the nearby closed door.

Once it had stopped, we went through into paradise! A fully equipped recording studio, and a band in mid session in the sound booth. A gentleman in a beard was introduced to me as "Mike", and another gentleman came wandering across from the sound booth, arm outstretched, saying "I'm Barrie". There were Jethro Tull crates everywhere, especially on drum boxes.

Yep, none other than Mr Barlow himself. And I think we're still on speaking terms - at least I hope so after posting this! Anyway - you owe me some drum tracks for fixing your computer, Barrie

Certif1ed:

It would be exceptionally unfair for me to participate in this thread, given that I have been "in the right place at the right time" more than any person has any right to expect in a lifetime.  Thus, although the following is meant simply to give you an idea, I'm sure many people will accuse me of "name-dropping" - something I have avoided like the plague.

My year as Asst. Stage Mgr. at The Beacon Theater (1975-1976) led to smoking spliffs with Bob Marley, sharing a joint with Carlos Santana, hanging out with the Grateful Dead, Queen, Joe Cocker, Supertramp, Genesis (Trick tour, with Bruford...) et al.  Working for the Dead, I became pretty close with Mickey Hart, who a year later invited me to a Ravi Shankar concert, where I met both Ravi and one of your "buddies": George Harrison.

My 11 years as an assistant to guitar legend Les Paul led to interactions with almost every major musician in rock, jazz, and country: Paul McCartney, Brian May, David Gilmour, Slash, Eddie Van Halen, Jimmy Page, Steve Miller, Al DiMeola, Rick Derringer, James Hetfield, Bucky Pizzarelli, Chet Atkins, Bireli Lagrene - the list is a long one.

My 10 years as head of an event management and PR firm specializing in high-profile, celebrity-driven fundraising events led to so many celeb interactions it would be impossible to list them all: from supermodels (Cindy, Christie, Naomi, Elle, etc.) to supermoguls (Donald Trump et al) to music legends (Ringo Starr, Wilson Pickett, The Persuasions et al).

Some of the non-music ones are as good or better than the music ones: Sean Connery, Harrison Ford, Terence Stamp, Jacqueline Bisset, Madonna...

Many of my family members and friends have been urging me to write a book about my celebrity encounters.  I've been giving it some thought, but I'm not sure I have the patience to actually sit down and write them all out.

Anyway, despite my numerous (!) encounters, I am always thrilled to hear others' stories.  Just yesterday I met a woman who told me that, when she was 13, she got a chance to dance with Fred Astaire.  How cool is that?!!!  Her husband was also a fairly close friend of Frank Sinatra - and you just don't get any bigger than that (except maybe Elvis and The Beatles).

Peace.

I met Robert Plant at the 1986 Fairport Reunion in Croperdy, I was buying a bong at the time and, as if by way of drawing attention to his presence, he asked, "So, people are still smoking that stuff eh?". I remember thinking, Oscar Wilde you aint, mate!

Then there was the time I took my kid brother to see Hawkwind with an anarchist punk mate, whose girlfriend's best mate's boyfriend was the drum tech/roadie. After the gig, Brum Odeon '88, we used our tenuous connections to gain access to the post gig party, backstage. OH YES. Those guys can party!!!

Geez, I probably shouldn't be in this thread either. I'll give you a little of the watered down version... the rock community in NYC was very close knit in the 70s. I was dropped here in 74 and being barely 17 and from a small town in the South... I really blossomed.  

We hung out at Maxs Kansas City every night... there wasn't a band playing in this town that I didn't know..from the English & European bands to the NYC locals like the Dolls or Blondie. I had friends at Atlantic, Ron Delsner's office, the Academy of Music (later the Palladium). My first roommate was Edgar Winter's ex-wife...and her boyfriend was Eric Emerson.. a big Andy Warhol actor.. so we got to hang out at the Factory also.  Bob Gruen was a good friend of mine..as was Lance Loud, Debbie Harry & Chris Stein, and even Truman Capote who would take me to dinner every few weeks and fussed at me when I was trying to lose the Southern accent.  It was actually a really great time to be in NYC.. After Max's and then Ashley's closed in 1977... the community just went downhill from there.  I mean, Studio 54 opened... and that was just sad.

I was on the last month of ELP's BSS tour in 74.. and the rehearsals and first 3 months of the Works tour in 77.  I've been out on the road with Floyd, Yes, Led Zep, Bad Co., the Strawbs,  David Bowie, Renaissance, Deep Purple, the Moody Blues, AC/DC, and Average White Band... among others here and there. I've even turned down a marriage proposal from Bonn Scott ()..and a very drunk Rat Scabies... I was mugged along with a friend in 1975. I had both eyes swollen so bad I could barely see, so Jimmy Page actually took care of me for a month. Then while in LA with him at a club.. some girl tried to stab me cause she wanted Jimmy.. if it wasn't for his body guard Patsy.. I might not be here today.. and yet Patsy was murdered in Thailand with Deep Purple in 1976. I loved Jimmy, but Peter Grant scared me to death.  I drove Keith Moon to Max's on Halloween in 1975 - he was wearing an ostrich suit. Rod Stewart took me to my first gay bar in NYC in 1974 to meet Lou Reed... it was called "The Ninth Circle". I had to call home and tell my Mom about that one. Bev Bevan from ELO told me that we were very together in a past life..  I don't think he was kidding.. Alan White took me out for real turkey on Thanksgiving 1974 in Miami after I survived a whole week with Yes eating vegitarian food. Another roommate was Cat.. and she was dating Marky Bell from Jayne County at the time.. Of course later he became Marky Ramone.. at my 18th birthday party, Marky cut his foot and bleed all over my friends white carpet... ouch, but Sylvain from the Dolls helped me clean it.

When I decided to give all to my son, I sort of stepped out of all of it.. and I went back to school and got my BBA.  I didn't keep up with any of them, except a few roadies...until recently.  My son's godfather was a sound engineer for ELP, Pink Floyd.. and a zillion other bands out there in his years with IES, Brittania Row and Tasco (including Steel Pulse).  He now owns a restaurant in upstate NY..

And if you wonder how I remember so much after 30 years... I actually kept files.

I'm evidently not down for the count yet, cause I traveled with Carl Palmer's band last November.. and had a great time with Keith's band here recently...  Dave Cousins from the Strawbs last Nov. said to me that he use to travel with my mother... I said haha, you know that was me.. and he said "Then how come I now look like your grandfather?" The sad thing is that he does... And Bob Moog says he's still willing to adopt me.

 My son is a fashion designer here in NYC and has worked for Donna Karan and Nicole Miller among others.. He may be going to Switzerland in Sept. to work for Hugo Boss... so I've got a lot of experience in the world of fashionistas lately .. altho I usually hate going to his fashion shows now when I have to stand next to beautiful 13 year old Brazilian girls who are 6 ft. tall...

maani: The point of this thread is not so much to name-drop, although with a topic like this, of course there's bound to be an element of that. I'm more interested in funny or wierd stories - of which I guess you must have an abundance - so just one or two of your favourites would be really cool (especially now you've mentioned them...). Please note, I am not claiming that GH (RIP) was a "buddy", just that I had a couple of beers with him and Gary. I was actually a bit too much in awe to make much conversation with George. The oddest thing, of course, was meeting him on "home territory", as his "house" is almost in Henley town center.

I liked threefates story of Gary Moore baby-sitting her son while she went off for a heart-to-heart with Greg Lake - and emdiar is soo right about Hawkwind; I didn't so much meet them as "share some space" (to coin a phrase!). It was Stonehenge in 1982, and a bucket was being passed around after Hawkwind's amazing set, as it was a free festival, but obviously someone had to pay money to put on such an amazing show. I can tell you there wasn't just money in that bucket . Anyway, it looked somewhat full, so I took it backstage, and ended up in a large yert where many people were gathered around and smoking pipes of peace. I really don't remember much about what happened next, but I ended up at a party in an old hunting lodge in Farley Hill, owned by a guy called Richard who had a painted leather jacket...

threefates - looks like you must have a couple more funny/interesting/wierd stories tucked away there

My only rock/prog connections are:

I had a QUICK pint with singer Gary Barden of The Michaeal Schenker Group in a pub in Newbury, back in the late 80's. He didn't have much to say...

I met Dumpy of Dumpy Rusty Nuts at the Reading festival, I couldn't understand what he said...

Francis Dunnery took a swig of my pint (I offered) on stage at the Majestic in Reading on It Bites' Big lad tour. I couldn't hear what he said..

My girlfriends dad is was a Sci Fi writer and magazine editor in the 60's and is friends with Sci Fi writer Mike Moorcock, worked with Terry Pratchett and has hung out with Hawkwind many a time in the past, and has met the likes of Bowie and Lemmy.

Oh, I forgot... some pictures

Bob Moog & me now

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Me & Keith Emerson now.. with a pic of me & Keith from 1974 on the back of my shirt...

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Me & Greg Lake from ELPowell 1986

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me & Rick Wakeman in May 2004

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Me & Carl Palmer - 2003

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Me backstage at Soldiers Field with ELP, 77

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Hmm. I'll have to view those photos when I get home - can't wait

It may be blocking it for you... but it ain't blocking it forme....

And Bob Moog and nudity just don't fit well in the same sentence...

I'm impressed! What a ligger you are!  

(I'll avoid the word "groupie"!)

Certif1ed wrote: threefates - looks like you must have a couple more funny/interesting/wierd stories tucked away there

Quite a few... I just can't repeat most of them !

Certif1ed wrote: I'm impressed! What a ligger you are!   (I'll avoid the word "groupie"!)

So the word "ligger" is better then? I don't mind the word "Groupie", it was a choice and I realized in college as well as those 15 years I worked corporate.. that I probably learned more about the male ego in my years with the bands, than I ever did in college... and its what probably helped me succeed. Its been very useful lately, now that I work in the corporate office of Madison Square Garden with the managers of the Knicks, the Rangers, the Mets...etc...

I've also been urged by many people in regard to writing a book about those times.  Even a few months ago, some of us girls had this discussion and we decided some of them would have to be dead before we tell those stories... I think I'd probably have to be dead first too... but my son has asked that I leave really good notes in case he needs to supplement his fashion business...

My friend Joren here just had to administer CPR since I had an heartattack because of your stories....

BASTARDS!!!

JrKASperov wrote: My friend Joren here just had to administer CPR since I had an heartattack because of your stories.... BASTARDS!!!

I hope it was as good for you as it was for him...

I guess they performed mouth to mouth.... Kids?

Oy, if they only knew how to party....

threefates wrote: I hope it was as good for you as it was for him...

Slash! [high-pitched voice and all]

Certif1ed:

Although I haven't decided to do "the book" yet, I have written down a few of the more "fun" stories.  Here's one from my days at The Beacon ("Richie" was my boss, the Stage Manager):

"Arriving one morning for load-in at my usual time, Richie pulled me over.  “Ian,” he said in a slightly hushed tone, one that had “reverence” written all over it, “You’ve gotta be especially on your toes today, and be careful what you say and who you say it to.”  I asked him why.  “We’re loading in Bob Marley and the Wailers, and you gotta keep in mind that while rastas are really nice people, they react to things differently than we do.”  I thought about it, and replied, “Richie, that’s because they’re always high.”  Although he tried to keep the stern look on his face, he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Usually when we loaded in a band, the band itself did not show up until the sound check, somewhere between two and four in the afternoon.  However, with the Wailers, most of the band arrived about half an hour after the trucks, and helped supervise the load-in and stage set-up.

The vast majority of a band’s equipment went directly to the stage or the sound booth.  However, some equipment was always sent to the dressing rooms, located on the two floors behind and above the stage.  This usually consisted of an amp or two, a few guitars, and perhaps some percussion, just so the band could warm up a bit.  So it didn’t seem odd when one of the band members asked that a particular trap case – slightly larger than the usual ones that went to the dressing rooms – be sent upstairs.

About half an hour later - around eleven in the morning - the unmistakable smell of marijuana (or, in Jamaican parlance, “ganja”) filled the air.  A few moments later, a huge spliff (a Jamaican “joint”) was sent hand to hand down the stairs from the dressing rooms.  This was a traditional spliff, rolled in a corn husk and tied at each end with corn string (those strings in between each row of corn on a cob).  Curious, I went upstairs.  In the third floor dressing room were two roadies cleaning ganja and rolling spliffs.  Next to the two roadies was the large trap case.  And in the trap case – taking up the entire trap case - sat two Hefty trash bags absolutely bulging with marijuana.  (Cleaning ganja and rolling spliffs may have been their sole job, as they continued to do it for quite some time, the lighted spliffs eventually finding their way to the stage - and everywhere else.  By the time the audience was let in hours later, the entire theater was completely filled with a virtual cloud of marijuana smoke.  Audience members didn’t need to light joints to get high (though they did, of course); they needed only to breathe.)

At about noon, Bob Marley walked in.  I don’t think an entire minute had passed before he had a spliff in his hand.  He walked around the stage a few times, checking out the equipment, and also staring into the empty theater.  He stopped for a couple of moments at the edge of the stage and loudly sang a few lines acapella into the empty hall.  He then resumed wandering the stage, and ended up directly in front of me.  He handed me the spliff and looked at me quizzically. “Wha’tya do, mon?”  At first I thought he was greeting me, and then I realized he was asking me what I do.  I took a drag on the spliff and gave it back to him.  “Whatever nobody else wants to do,” I replied with a smile.  “’Dya fine me somma water, den?,” he asked.  “Sure,” I replied, and went to find him some water.  I returned a few moments later, and found him sitting on a trap case on the stage, hanging out with a couple of his bandmates.  I handed him the water, and asked, “Is everything going okay?”  He looked at me with a big smile and said, “Now I ahv my water, evry’ting is Irie, mon!”

I walked away feeling surreal.  I had actually had a short dialogue, and smoked a spliff, with Bob Marley.  Bob Marley!  Although I met many other stars as big, maybe bigger, than him, it remains one of the absolute highlights of my year at The Beacon, and indeed one of the most memorable celebrity moments of my life.

Needless to say, the concert itself was spectacular.  And, yes, after the show I got to hang out backstage with the band (and smoke a few more spliffs).  The best word to sum up that evening is: “Irie!"

Well, I once met the guys of Southern Spain's OMNI, and they invited me to see and hear them rehearse some of their material for 'El Vals de los Duendes' released in mid 2002. This experience happened in August 2001. More about these guys... read the reviews in Prog Archives.

Regards.

In my experience, the trouble with meeting heros is they tend to become humanbeings with an identity which extends beyond the confines of the album/gig. This is almost always a bit of a nasty shock and one which can ultimately ruin one's enjoyment of their work. Likewise, anecdotal tales of on-tour misogyny will usually do the trick! Thanks Threefates (). I can promise you now, I will never again hear Steelpulse without thinking "What a bunch of tts!" I'm going to stop reading this thread while I've still got some heros left.

No more bad stories...

I have one of those stories where you just wanted to die.  As a kid I played percussion in my high school band.. and in my own little garage band, but after some time watching Carl Palmer, I pretty much gave up hope on being a good drummer.  However, while hanging out with Boz Burrell from BadCo.  I got a chance to play drums with him, Joe Jammer (from Maggie Bell at the time) and Johnny Winter.. at SRS Studios.  I don't exactly remember how I did, but I don't remember feeling embarrassed, so it couldn't have been all that bad..

Emdiar:

I think i can top that, though not with one of my own.  A friend of mine was in Vegas in the mid-70s, hanging out, playing some slots, etc.  He went into the men's room, and was...doing his thing, when another guy walks in, stands in the next urinal, and starts doing his thing.  The other guy starts talking to someone waiting for him at the door, and my friend nearly peed himself - it was Elvis!  When they had both finished, my friend got a chance to speak with him for a moment or two, and got his autograph.

To this day, I've never heard a celeb anecdote as...bizarre as that one.

Peace.

Anybody recognize this guy??

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dropForge wrote: Emo before his makeover? Just kidding. No idea.

Wow.. I'm sort of surprised at you... being the big King Crimson fan and all...

Its Ian McDonald...

Ian was only on the first album (my favorite lineups are '72-'75 and '81-'84). Besides, I haven't seen a picture of Ian in ages. He reminds me of Dario Argento in that pic!

I kicked Pat Metheny out of a cab we were both trying to catch in Hammersmith once.

I didn't recognise him until I saw him on stage later that week...DOH!!!!

Ummm...my dad met Bill Clinton in Arkansas before he became president.... mainly he just shook his hand...

I'm gonna say it again: THERE IS NOBODY IN OKLAHOMA!!! NO PROG, NO MUSIC, NO CELEBRITIES! I don't think I've seen a single celebrity in person (minus David Copperfield, that doesn't count though...when you see someone doing a show...), let alone a music star or PROG music star!

.......this sucks.........

(maybe I should go to college in the northeast...)

Maybe the reason is that I'm 15 and living in an Oklahoma town everyone would do better to avoid anyway... Maybe the celebrity to normal person ratio in England is higher, with England being about the size of OK... yeah that must be it.

But Still! AAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!

Don't worry about it Penguin...I'm 38 and have never met anyone. I even worked at a rock venue(Poplar Creek-Sear's bought the property and erected a huge building there since-I hate Sears) for 2 years and still met no-one. So we're in the same boat.

Threefates:You need to definately release that book.You definately have one buyer in me for sure. You had one of the coolest life's and I do not think you should be embarrassed about anything..I realize much is censored out here on these forums but I think we all get you weren't playing monopoly with some of these rock stars

P.S...so Rod Stewart took you to a gay bar to meet Lou Reed. No surprise with Lou,but what is the final verdict on Rod so we can debunc or confirm those mythological tales we hear about Rod's sorted sexuality.

Well Greg, I don't doubt that Rod would go both ways, but alas.. I only ever saw him go straight...  And he was always up for a good time.. no matter what.

penguindf12 wrote: Maybe the reason is that I'm 15 and living in an Oklahoma town everyone would do better to avoid anyway... Maybe the celebrity to normal person ratio in England is higher, with England being about the size of OK... yeah that must be it. But Still! AAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!

England maybe small, but you just try and get from one side of London to the other in less than eighteen months. PUBLIC TRANSPORT IN LONDON SUCKS!!

...er sorry about that.

So Oklahoma is bereft of Prog bands is it? You could start you own prog band/club night and be the King of Prog State wide  

Wow a few months ago when I was in London, I stayed in Richmond... which is the last stop on that train... and it took no time to get downtown London.  The only problem is making sure you're on that train before the last one pulls out before midnight... otherwise you could be waiting in Hammersmith all night for the night busses (which I had to do on way too many occasions).

I remember being in Tulsa quite a few times on tour with bands... so they do get there.  Maybe you're just not too close to Tulsa. 

Actually, I live in Tulsa...

But this is the 21st Century, not the 70s.

But maybe I'm just not looking hard enough. I'm going to start a prog band (when someone comes along who knows what it is). I feel better. But I wasn't too bad off in the first place....

Oh well. I got my bass, I got my dad, I got my music, I got a lot of time, I got the internet, and I got possibilities for later.

I shouldn't expect to run into such stuff so soon... it'll come.

(btw, is threefates an ex-groupie or something?)

You won't have to meet a rock star because you'll live your life as a rock star...that is way better!!!...so you'll one up all these guys

I was in a band but things didn't work out very well for us

penguindf12 wrote: (btw, is threefates an ex-groupie or something?)

Wow.. what gave me away??  Well I thought I was an ex-groupie.. but last year I realized I'm still a groupie...

threefates wrote: Anybody recognize this guy?? http://img6.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Pebble/Misc/21st%20C%20Schizoid%20Band/IanMcDonald.jpg -

I know that's Ian McDonald but who's the old slapper stopping him from falling forwards?                      

Posted: 05 October 2004 at 18:04 | IP Logged	http://www.progarchives.com/forum/edit_post.asp?M=Q&PID=32279&TPN=3">

I know that's Ian McDonald but who's the old slapper stopping him from falling forwards?                      

The same person who's holding up Rick Wakeman in this picture

and the one who's holding her son in this picture (when he was small enough to hold).. now he's 6'2

Are you sure this lady is a prog fan?

By the hold she has on these three individuals, she could be a pro/celebrity wrestler

threefates wrote: The same person who's holding up Rick Wakeman in this picture

Check out Mr Wakeman on Fridays nights 10pm,  BBC 2 as one of those grumpy old men!!! Sorry the rest of the world, this is the Friday treat for those of us Brits who don't get out much - trouble I've found I agree with most of what they say (worse I thought I was the originator but clearly not).- Mind you they do demonstrate that they are NOT REAL MEN, by being unable to cope with IKEA pre-packed furniture..........................

Wow a few months ago when I was in London, I stayed in Richmond... which is the last stop on that train... and it took no time to get downtown London.  {/QUOTE]

I presume you mean Richmond-upon-Thames, Surrey, not Richmond in Yorkshire? The cab drivers operating out of Heathrow Airport have been known to con Americans by taking them to a different locations but having approximately the same names.

It not help by most  Americans I've met asking me if where I live is in London - I now answer Yes - it saves explanations. Living 135 miles north of London is a long way out. However, I now have a better sense of the American scale of distances as being quite different from  ours. Whilst holidaying in Vegas summer 2003, several people told us we had to visit the Grand Canyon - because it "wasn't that far away". I'm never ever going to drive 600 miles (i.e. the distance of the MGM Grand hotel to the lip of Canyon and back) again in one day! But the view made up for it.

Yep, I meant Richmond Upon Thames.. next to Kew Gardens and Twickenham.. where I've also stayed a few times.  I have a thing for Richmond Park.  And I really feel at home on Richmond Hill.. since my neighbors last time was Pete Townshend and Ronnie Wood.  Mick Jagger has a house there too.. but then he has a house not too far from me in NYC where he stays more often.

Yes Dick.. I drove from Lochgelly Scotland to Bournemouth last November and the lady in the Avis rental office said that was such a long drive... I said I live in NYC and my home in NC is a 10 hour drive away... believe me, that drive from Scotland to Bournemouth was nothing.

threefates wrote: Yep, I meant Richmond Upon Thames.. next to Kew Gardens and Twickenham.. where I've also stayed a few times.  I have a thing for Richmond Park.  And I really feel at home on Richmond Hill.. since my neighbors last time was Pete Townshend and Ronnie Wood.  Mick Jagger has a house there too.. but then he has a house not too far from me in NYC where he stays more often

Any of my fellow Brits thinking PETULA (Julie Walters) from Dinnerladies?

http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/articles/d/dinnerladies_7777020.shtml - http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/guide/articles/d/dinnerladies_77 77020.shtml

You decide by reading the bottom of the second paragraph

gdub411 wrote: Posted: 05 October 2004 at 18:04 | IP Logged http://www.progarchives.com/forum/edit_post.asp?M=Q&PID=32279&TPN=3"> threefates wrote: Anybody recognize this guy?? http://img6.photobucket.com/albums/v20/Pebble/Misc/21st%20C%20Schizoid%20Band/IanMcDonald.jpg - I know that's Ian McDonald but who's the old slapper stopping him from falling forwards?                       sorry Three fates for laughing at your expense..I think you look great by the way Reed Lover...distasteful(like you always are-and I wouldn't have it any other way) and funny as heck.

Ms Heath (TF)

Who played you in the movie Almost Famous?

Dick Heath wrote: Ms Heath (TF) Who played you in the movie Almost Famous?

Now thats pretty obvious, Dick.... the scarey thing is now I'm half way between the Goldie Hawn and Susan Sarandon characters in "The Banger Sisters"...

Prog Celebrity Tales=Susan Sarandon...hmm

Oh wait a minute...I think aI did see a tail on SS....funny her initials would be SS....hmmm

Well.. Maani and I got to hang out a little with Marillion the other night.  I got some great pictures of the show... I just posted some of them under the Band on Tour section - under Maani's review in the "Live Performance Review".  However, I did get one "trademark" shot with the bassist, Pete Trewavas, before my camera battery went completely dead.  Geez and missed all the affection from Steve Hogarth... I'm bummed!