My brush with greatness was when Neil Peart came into the stereo shop I was working at when they were in town. He was meeting an old KSHE DJ. He came and went and then the DJ asked my why I didnt say anything or ask for an autograph. I about beat him to the ground. I didn't recognise Peart as that was the year he cut his hair and he came and went without my enlightenment. I wnet to the concert that night and I yelled at him but he ignored me... Might be because I was about 10000 feet away?
His loss...
Faz