Got any good stories of funny/awkward times you met a famous musician? I've got a few. A few years ago, I was visiting NYC during the holiday season (visited Strawberry Fields for the first time on the anniversary of Lennon's death, but that's a story for another time) and decided to go to a jazz club near Broadway. There was a jazz singer named Hilary Kole performing a set there. I'd never heard her before but I fell in love with her voice. There was a moment when she sang "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" where I swore she wiped a tear from her eye, and I felt it as much as she did. Long story short, after the set was over, somebody was selling merch near the stage and I decided to buy a CD to support her. Based on the sign, I wanted to buy the CD called "Self Portrait" (since it had a cover of "50 Ways To Leave Your Lover", IIRC). I asked the guy for the "Self Portrait" CD -- he looked puzzled and then gestured towards the backstage area and said something to the effect of, "Ask her for it when she comes out." Fair enough. After waiting 5 or so minutes, I figured she had left by the back door, so I grabbed my coat and began leaving, at which point I suddenly heard the merch guy yell, "HIM! Self portrait, self portrait!" I turned around and there was Ms. Kole walking towards me, saying, "Oh, you want a selfie?" I was kind of smitten, just a tad tipsy, and far, far too embarrassed to say, "No, thank you, I just want your CD, not a selfie." So, I got a selfie with her, chatted a little, and left the club without the CD. I bought it online later, so all's well that ends well? Some years ago, I was waiting for a long delayed flight in Chicago and my dad, a hardcore jazz fan, suddenly whispered to me, "Holy ****, there's Chick Corea". Indeed, it was Chick, sitting across from us (although I had a hard time telling at first -- I wasn't that familiar with him back then). He was nonchalantly eating a salad while my dad was internally freaking out. Finally, Chick stood up and started walking towards us -- we were sitting next to the garbage can. My dad jumped up and in one breath said something like, "Hi Chick, I'm a huge fan, it's a pleasure to meet you, let me throw that out for you." So he threw out Chick Corea's half (?) empty salad container and I took a picture of them together. We were supposed to be on the same flight and it got canceled literally one minute before boarding. I did later tell my dad, "It's a good thing he seemed to want to throw the container out and that he wasn't trying to save it for later, or else you'd have really ticked him off even more." Not really an actual musician encounter, but a couple of years ago, I was purchasing a Bill Frisell CD from a local jazz record store. A staff member who looked almost exactly like Bill Frisell walked out of the back room, saw the CD on the counter, and said, "Man, that's a great album." I wanted to be like, "Bill? Is that you, endorsing your own CDs?"