I was having this conversation just last night with lynneblundell. I don’t think I’ve been luckier than anyone else, but I’ve met quite a few famous people in my time. I think that if you live long enough, and travel long enough, and talk to people long enough, eventually these things are bound to happen. There are so many famous people in the world right now that you couldn’t avoid meeting them even if you wanted to!
So, apart from my own claim to fame (and excluding the whole media attention my daughter generated over the past year or so), here’s my list of people I’ve met:
I’ve met James Brown, Vaclav Havel, Danii Minogue. James Brown was really really short.
I was quite good friends with Kahi Kahiasvili, weightlifting gold medalist (and world record holder) in Atlanta 96. He called me right after he won the gold medal, which was really weird because there was a bunch of us watching him on TV and celebrating, and suddenly the phone rings and I pick it up and it’s him!
I went to school with Alexis Alexoudis, who scored the fastest Champions’ League goal ever (something like 19 seconds I think?). We used to play in opposite teams and I often had to mark him. He was pretty good, but I didn’t think he’d be that good.
Another of my classmates went on to become an olympic swimmer.
One of my girlfriends has become a quite famous composer, another is a TV actress.
My best friend’s little sister has also become a famous actress. My other best friend’s wife is an internationally renowned violinist. That guy generally knows a lot of famous people who I’ve met through him, particularly composers and other musicians.
The guitarist from my 7th album is also extremely famous, particularly within the classical music circle. He won a competition as a child, beating (and amazing) a bunch of grown ups who looked down on him.
I’ve met the prime minister of Turkey (not the current one, a previous one).
My saxophone player from my 2nd album also played in Blues Brothers (the movie).
My ex wife met Bill Clinton, he went into her shop to buy something and they started talking.
Met lots and lots of fairly famous people just passing by in the street, or at airports and so on. I once travelled on the same plane as Melina Merkouri for example, or another time I was sitting on a plane next to a famous Czech model whose name I forget now. There’s plenty more like that.
The only time when any of this made a difference was with Mike Roberts. Mike Roberts used to be in a pop band in the 80s called “King” and they had a big hit called “Love and Pride” (the Brits here will remember it). Paul King went on to become an MTV presenter, and Mike got a job as a sound technician at the Depot Studios in Coventry (where I recorded my first album). I knew the guy pretty well, but didn’t know he was famous. When my guitarist came along to record his bit, he saw the sound technician and whispered in my ear “wow! That’s Mike Roberts! What is he doing here?” I had no idea what he was talking about, so he went on to tell me that he still had a poster of Mike in his bedroom. We persuaded Mike to play on one of the tracks, which boosted sales and helped my own career a lot in the years to come.
Another weird story comes from one of my professors at uni: when she was a young girl she was dating this French DJ. One night they were eating out in Paris when this drunken, stinking American (who apparently knew her boyfriend) came to sit with them. He complained about how lonely he felt, and peed down her trousers just before passing out. The next day they heard Jim Morrison had died. She now wishes she hadn’t washed those trousers, they could have fetched a fortune by now!