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Random thoughts from his grown fans, on finally meeting an untouchableman. |
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My first encounter with Les was, *blush*, at the bar.
The first sponsorship group at Rave in Atlanta had just returned and I turned and saw everyone from the bar stool, Les and his band amongst them. He and the guys came up to the bar, he mingled around a bit and then came up to get his drink. He was on my right and reached out and tugged my earlobe, said something, but I don't recall what he said. Most of that night, he was seated on the sofa taking a load off. I didn't approach him then. Don't like to
impose, y'know.
Next encounter was at the autograph table. I was almost the last one and was already walkin' with the aid of two (or three) tequila shots, four Tom Collins (with at least one or two more to go) and when I leaned over I put my arm around his shoulder just a tad for the shot and, well, that's when I just about knocked him over. Pushed him square down on the table but he was a sport about it. He simply recovered, erected himself again, and the shot was taken. Then he, or one of the guys, handed me a pen and told me to sign the paper that was on the table...I did.
The last time I spoke to Les was on Sunday, the day he and lots more folks were leavin'. He was at the desk and I was on the sofa talkin' to Russell who was occupyin' himself with a Gameboy. Not sure if he was winnin' or not but he was holdin' his own, I reckon. Anyhoo, I all of a sudden remembered that Marianne had asked me to get his autograph for her and I'd said I'd try. I went over to him at the service desk and told him I hated to interrupt him but Marianne had asked me to get his autograph and would he?
He was exceptionally nice, , didn't act like he was bothered none a'tall about my askin' and said her name like he was rememberin' the song, right? Anyhoo, I was fishin' around for something for him to write his name on and found the Rave breakfast ticket. He signed that...spelt her name Mary Ann, though, but she didn't care. She was just happy to get it. Anyhoo, that moment, out of the others, remains my favorite memory cos' well, I reckon he was tired and he still managed to be welcoming and approachable.....right nice dude, if I may say so.
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