The author of this story is unknown but the story is true. Editors Note: We don't think Dhani is snotty at all! Sexy bastard...
I actually had an indirect brush with George Harrison through his son Dhani. E and I were driving around the East Side one
day and I came to a stop sign. I stopped, looked both ways, and noting that the coast was clear, I proceeded forward. The
second I hit the gas, this annoying, punky kid jumped out in front of the car. I almost hit him. He laughed at me and walked
merrily along. It turns out that this punky kid was in fact, Dhani. I know this because E had previously 'interacted' with
him while working for the Brown University Computer Area as a Consultant. Apparenty, he was a regular there, making demands
and acting generally spoiled. But still, the idea that I came so close to Geroge Harrison's DNA was a little more than exciting.
I mean, it's George Harrison a Beatle! And, for anyone in the creative realm, the Beatles represent the idea of being able
to change the cultural meme through your talent. To make a lasting impression and actually help shape the medium for future
generations. And that's just cool.
This true story comes from a series of stories and emails I have recieved from my bud, Rori Shapiro. As you might have learned
already, Rori attended LIPA, a music college owned by Sir Paul himself. She has had many funny stories and expiriences from
LIPA, but mostly from Paul encounters! This is one of the many, exclusive to *GBB*. If you like what you read, help yourself
to the links at the bottom of the page. They lead directly to other LIPA stories by Rori, herself!
About a month or so after I had met him the
first time he was back at LIPA doing a master class
for some of the
3rd year students. Well my band and I
were due to play the Cavern Club the next day so we
were rehearsing. Anyway,
he popped in and told us it
sounded good.(thank you sir) But he realized who I was
and said, 'Oh it's the Hofner
girl'. Which is how I
got my nickname! But he left and went to teach his
little class. The funny thing with the
studios at LIPA is that they get very hot and stuffy,
So all day long Paul kept taking off his clothes!
came there in the morning in a full suit and the
gradually took things off! Eventually he was down to
undershirt and pants!! Very funnny! He's so damn
thin! Anyway, I was taking a break in the atrium,
was sprawled across the floor. And he
walked past me and stepped on me by accident. Well I
didni't realize it
was him, so I said, "Thanks a lot
asshole." Then he says, "Oh, sorry, but I have to use
y'see." I was like, "Uh, oh sure you go
right ahead." Then he went off snapping his fingers
dancing down the hall! Of course when he came
back he made a big deal about avoiding me. He's such
a ham. So
later I went down to the bar and he was
there with his personal assistant John, who was on the
phone with Heather
Mills. So I went up the bar and
accidentaly stepped on his foot, so of course he
thought I had done it on purpose.
And he made fun of
me. The really great thing, was that there was NO ONE
at school that day, so I had him all
to myself. And
most of the teachers were pretending they were way to
cool to talk to Paul McCartney! Anyways,
he asked me
if I wanted a drink and I was like sure I'll have a
water. He turns around and goes "Water? Water?
are you from?" He was making fun of my American
accent. I was like listen "You shouldn't be making
of accents!" But I told him I was from Connecticut,
and that I lived a half hour away from NYC. So he
goes, "Oh we have to drink watar in NYC?" making fun
of my accent! I told him to shut up. Then he told
he was going to NYC the next day, so I told him to be
sure to drink lots of the water in NYC! He laughed.
Then we talked about TV and what he did over the
weekend, which was basically watching lots of TV!!
a nice guy! Then here's the best
part...he was talking to me about something, which I
can't remember, because I
was too busy watching him
adjust himself! I was like, whoa! Maybe you should
go to the gents room and do that!
In the beginning of August this summer on a Sunday afternoon, I was in Wendy's eating lunch with my family. I was facing the
large windows in the front of the restaurant. A new black VW Beetle drove in to the driveway. Naturally, my 9 year old sister
punched me and yelled "PUNCH BUG!". So I then looked to see who would get out of the car. A balding man got out
so I turned away in dissapointment, "Oh, it's just some old guy" I thought. Then I looked back trying to process
all the information in my head--balding, brown hair, earring, cross necklace, orthropedic nike's--Oh my God! That's Ringo
Starr! He walked into Wendy's quickly, relieved that hardly anyone was there. I decided then that I needed more Ketchup. I
walked up to the Ketchup machine thing to get closer. I heard the "Ringo man" asking the cashier in a beautiful
rich Liverpudlian accent for directions to some hotel (I cant remember which one). I stood there gawking at him, too nervous
to speak. I looked away for a second to get my ketchup, and he was gone! :*o( Interesting how things happen, eh?
*NOTE: A long time ago, I got an email from a lass who told me about her encounter. This must have been three or four years
ago. She told me I was welcome to use it on the site I planned on building, but as time passed by, I lost the email and the
woman's name. But I still remember her distinct story and here it is, re-written by me from my memory by the unknown author
whom we'll call Diane.
I was going to a Beatle concert back in the earlier 1960s ('64 or '65) and I was very excited about it. At the time, my favourite
Beatle was Paul McCartney. I was head over heels over this adorable guy. Actually, I was going to the show with a group that
was to be chaperoned. We went to the concert hall early to beat the giant crowd. But even as early as we arrived, the place
was packed with weeping girls in hysteria and others in excitement. Our group found our seats, and I can remember waiting
in my chair, more excited than I had ever been. It was only minutes before the show began and the Beatles would bless the
stage by their presense. Our group was getting all excited! It was about then that my sister tapped my shoulder and said,
"I need to go to the bathroom." I groaned, impatiently. I didn't want to leave my seat for I knew they would be
there very soon. But my little sister was insistant I take her, leaving me no other choice but to leave our seats. We walked
down the aisle and wandered around in search or the corridor leading to a bathroom. We must have gotten lost, somehow and
I remember being in a hallway looking around for a bathroom. Suddenly, it happened. Down the hallway, across from us stood
George and Ringo! I couldn't believe my eyes! They were standing there, talking, and waiting for the time to come when they
would start the concert. I stood there in awe, speachless. It was George Harrison and Ringo Starr. I watched them in facination
when George turned to look at me. His eyes widened, probably in fear, but he looked so gorgeous. Only a second later, some
man went over to the boys and shooed them back into another room. My sister and I ran back to our seats (she must have forgotten
she had to go to the bathroom) and minutes later the concert began. From that moment on, George became my favourite Beatle.
It is amazing how much more handsome he is in real life than in the pictures.
*NOTE: I met Suzie face-to-face when she told me about her experience meeting the Beatles. I have again reproduced her story
myself, from what I remember her saying. Suzie is actually my best friend, Abby's father's 'steady'. They are not married
but they live together. Here is her fantastic story:
In 1964, the Beatles came to New York for their debut appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. I must have been 19 at the time,
still young and pretty, and I was gonna go to the show with a girlfriend of mine. Well we were pretty excited about it, being
that we had tickets and everything was ready to happen. We got to dance and have fun at the show. It was a real blast! Afterwards,
my friend and I just had to meet them. So we headed over backstage and began flirting with the boy's roadie, Mal Evans. We
sorta sweet talked him a little and he asked if we wanted to go to a party for the guys. We accepted happily, and got to meet
the boys at the party. I said, "Hi, my name is Suzie." And shook all of their hands. They each said 'Hi Suzie' and
it was great! They were so handsome back then.
In the late '60s, I had another encounter. My boyfriend and I went to a
club where people were dancing and just having a good time. It might have been in London. Little to my knowledge that John
Lennon and Paul McCartney were there! After a while, I decided to go to the bathroom and casually walked into the ladies room.
Afterwards, as I was washing my hands, a girl ran into the bathroom, spotted me, and came my way. She was out-of-breath and
obviously excited! "Oh my gosh!" she panted. "John Lennon just said you have a hot @ss!" I was stunned!
I couldn't believe it. I walked out of the room, and there, I finally saw John and Paul having a couple drinks. I thought
of talking to John, but decided not to. After all, I did have a boyfriend with me.