Oh, Jen -- as for the handshake with PG at the show in Letterman -- we (Karen and I) happened to be very lucky in the sense that no one else dared to give it a try, but I suddenly, quite impulsively thought, "what the heck. I'll put my hand out, if he sees it he sees it if he doesn't want to shake it, he doesn't have to." Actually, I nearly missed him or he missed me -- I put my hand out just as he was passing (rather quickly), he did have to take a side step backward to come over and shake it -- that's what made it so very special

).
I'd like to think that Karen's and my handshake with PG was on behalf of you -- for having given us the head's up on the quiz! See how it all goes 'round full circle -- good begets good, etc.
I'm actually quite famous for my "background role" in things -- many years ago while working concert security in Philly, I worked the pre-show security for Paul McCartney (and Wings at the time). I had tix to the show itself, so I wanted to work pre-show security to do my part (big stadium shows were always "mandatory" events and I had already bought my tickets, so I wanted to work part of the event and still enjoy the show).
After a very long, long day doing nothing much but watching the stage crew do their wonderful job and having to check access passes for everyone who came onto the field/stage area, Paul McCartney was long overdue for his arrival and soundcheck (hhhmmm, seems PG isn't the only person who has a difficult time with clocks

). Well, it was time for our shift to change with oncoming event staff and I was determined to not miss PM so I would have stayed anyway, but just then, we got the word that he was here, so all of the event staff -- offgoing and oncoming were lined up on either side as his limo drove down the loading ramp onto the field. I wasn't too far from him, and our supervisor was making sure we were all looking good

As Paul stepped out of the limo, I had a split second to think -- do I run the risk of losing my job by waving to him or not? (I truly wanted to run up and rush him, but I knew that would definitely not get me a good evaluation!

). So, he stepped out of the limo and as he looked our way, I very quietly waved to him -- leaving my arm/hand down at my hip area, hoping that no one would see me wave -- except him. I thought that if he didn't like it, he'd report me, if he didn't see me, no harm done.
What to my wondering eyes/ears happen? Well, he not only saw my wave (from the hip), he stopped and saluted me and said, "How are you today?" I realized then that I had already stopped breathing because when I went to answer him, I said, "I'm okay. I'm okay. and it sounded like I had inhaled a helium baloon -- there were squeaks and cracks to my voice that I didn't know I could make!


Well, there is a video of that tour and that scenario is in the video -- no kidding. You see him salute (someone) and you hear a voice (well, a squeaky voice anyway) -- that's me! (This whole encounter took @ 2 seconds, but as you can see it's a lifelong memory that I could make into a 3-part mini-series if you let me!).

Fast forward several years (and rewind a bit back to the Growing Up (in the Summer) tour -- that's what I call the summer shows of the Growing Up tour -- the one in which the official bootleg cds were available. During the show in Camden, NJ. while Peter is thanking the local crew, the "orange people" -- I yelled out "we love orange people" -- it's there on the cd. (After I had yelled it out, I turned to Deb Grant and said how I hadn't remembered about the recording until then). (Fortunately for me I was not loud enough when I very politely

leaned over a few seats, pointed my finger in a man's face and said, "SHUT THE F*CK UP NOW!" during Father, Son -- this man had gotten more drunk by the minute, and during Father, Son -- last song, very quiet song, this man had been talking to his buddy -- two times initially, I leaned over and said, "shh!" -- two times. By the third time, I had it with him.
So, yeah, I've had a few "bit pieces" in music videos/audios -- I'm thinking of doing it part-time!
Okay, enough stories for now. I really must attend to some things, but thanks for allowing me to share the memories.