i was born on paul mccartney's birthday. i had the chance to meet him a few years ago and i can say in all honesty he's a truly nice and very humble guy.
my father came home from what he called the "fat farm" where he had shared a room with keith moon of the who. my dad had no idea who "the who" was, much less keith moon. needless to say, they made fast friends. my dad came home with tickets for my brother and i to the who's san diego show along with all access passes and a promise his new friend would make sure we'd be well taken care of. the fact i didn't really know much about the band (my older brother was a huge fan) didn't lessen the blow when my mother put a quick halt, stating our age, to any concert plans we were concocting.
i used to box at bob dylan's private gym but other than a few hellos and how are you?, i had just one conversation with him when he came and sat next to me asking if i was the "perfume lady". he was wondering if i could make a scent that said "go away" to use when he was tired or wanting some solitude. he went on to tell me he had bought a foul smelling something or other years earlier at a toy shop and admitted he'd put it in the corner of the buffet table causing everyone to say an early "goodnight". the stinky scent never came to be but i got a kick out of it and a memory that's nothing less than surreal.