Odd fact: though I have no connection to the music industry, I've met Eric Clapton twice.
In 1979 he and Muddy Waters hailed the taxi I was driving, off the Edgewater Inn stand, in Seattle. Their scheduled limo had failed to show up and they needed a ride to the airport.
And in 2002 he answered the door at a girl's house I went to visit, I'd prefer not to say where. Told me she'd gone off to attend a sports event.
I guess that if I were the girl, expecting me to show up, but somehow meanwhile I'd bumped into Eric Clapton, and taken him home, I'd have sent him to the front door to offer excuses to me too.
If the pattern holds, when next I meet him, in 2025, I'll remember to get a selfie and an autograph.
And if his guitar is handy, snip a couple of his damn strings
Edited by
carefulwisher
on Wed 11/23/16 03:01 PM