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[shane at theplacewithnoname.com (Shane Steinkamp)]

> Gentleman, start your engines and let the name dropping begin!

Well, when the Rolling Stones came to New Orleans a couple of years ago
(1994), I got hired as a temp for security for the run and on the last
night, it was my turn to sit in the audience and get to watch the show.  The
seats were kind of far away and I'm kind of nearsighted.  The show was OK,
and the giant snake that shoots flames was cool.

Anyway, after the show, the guy who hired me for the gig invites me to a
party, and since I don't have anything else to do, I get in the car and go
with him.  The party was in a posh hotel, and it was really nice.  Somewhere
in the evening, I wound up talking to some guy at the bar.  He was kind of
ugly, and I figured he was a roadie or something.  Somewhere in the
conversation he asked me, "How did you like the show?", and I said, "It was
OK, I guess.  The snake was cool, but the singer needs to quit eating the
microphone.  Either that or get voice lessons or something."

He sort of chuckles and says, "Very funny."  So we go on for a minute, and I
say something else, and then he looks at me and says, "You don't know who I
am, do you?", and I say, "No.  You never introduced yourself."

So he says, "I'm Mick Jagger!"

And I say, "Nice to meet you Mick."

"And you really don't know who I am?"

"Never heard of you.  Should I have?"

And he says, "I'm the singer."

DOH!

Shane