[real saxophonist]

I met Michael Brecker, I didn’t weep.

[Dr. Bogus Pachysandra]

“I met Michael Brecker, I didn’t weep.”

I drove Frank Zappa around Milwaukee for a weekend. We had a blast! At the time, he was my musical hero. We laughed a lot! And I never paid for another concert. There were always stage passes at the ticket booth for me. I was very happy to meet him. I didn’t cry. Then I met my abdo-lute steel guitar hero, John Hughey. Spent an hour with him, and he ended up buying the brand of steel that I played. I was very excited, and happy to meet and spend time with my “hero.” But I didn’t get weepy. Well,,,, not until he passed. That was a sad day. Christy is a jerk! A wus!

[Norman Bates]

Now he was a great musician.

[supremedoctrine]

I met Boots Randolph, and I cried my eyes out.
(just kidding....I felt compelled to make a joke of some kind
to cut the ridiculousness of Christie (my Governor) getting emotional over meeting Springsteen.