To answer your posts...
I've met Quincy this July at 3 a.m. in Montreux, Switzerland. I went there to see Grace Jones at 43rd Montreux Jazz Festival. I did see Grace and I was one of very few fans lucky enough to meet her. In fact, it seems that I'm somehow always the right person in the right place at the right time. So, one night (after I've met Sly & Robbie) I was walking alone towards my appartment. As I was passing by the great concert halls in Montreux (Auditorium Stravinski and Miles Davis Hall), door opened near me, and all of a sudden some people and excitement around me. In a few seconds I relized that Quincy Jones is coming out, and I was right by his limo. I played it cool, reached for my camera, turn it on - and there he was. He stopped to briefly sign a couple of books (it was 3 a.m.!), and before he got in limo - he had to pass by me.
I talked to him and felt that he was nice, warm, but not too warm, polite, but not too polite, very professional and at the same time VERY cool and relaxed, quick, smart and witty. The man is no fool, you can't phuk with him and he won't take schit from anybody - I felt that in him. When he heard that I've traveled from very far away, he couldn't say no to me, to take a photo and speak a few words. After that, he went straight into limo. Oh, yeah, check his shirt!
But Quincy is not very important to me (don't hate me). I would give a whole week spent in his company for a couple of seconds with Meco Monardo, Giorgio Moroder, Donna Summer or anyone from ABBA.
I have a lot of similar stories. I'll tell you one more. 4 years ago Boney M. came to my town. Unfortunately, that's not the real
Boney M., because only Liz Mitchell was from the original four. But she IS the main singer, so... Anyway, it was a free show on open, there were young kids, old people... more like an entertainment for the whole family. It was nice, the songs were in their original form, not remixed, which is very important to me. After the show, I went as near as I could to the entrence to a building which served kinda like "back-stage". I was some 12 meters from that entrence, I knew Liz will go inside. In front of me was a metal fence and two security guys. When I saw Liz, moment before she'll walk into building, I called her. She stopped, surprised. I yelled: "I'm your biggest fan". (That's true, I am.) She left all that people around her there, to wait by that door, and all alone she came to the fence. I was the only one there. Security let me pass the fence. I told her how I like their work, and how Frank Farian is a genius ("Yes he is" - she replied). I said how I loved the show, but that they haven't played my favourite song. She asked me which one is it. I answered "He was a Steppenwolf". And then instantly - SHE STARTED TO SING IT FOR ME! We were alone, Liz and me! Two security guys were near, who don't know and don't care who she is and they probably don't even understand English. All others were where she left them, while she was singing to me ony of my favourite songs, a true masterpiece by mastermind Frank Farian, while she was standing really close to me.
How I met Grace Jones or Public Enemy or Black Sabbath are even more interesting stories, but maybe some other time... gotta go now, or how Liz sings: GOTTA GO HOME, HOME...