The most interesting ones were sometimes the most 'dangerous' according to society's norms. LOL, think Haight Ashbury and City Lights Bookstore...mid 60's to early 70's, anti-Viet Nam rallies and crazy psychedelic madness moments drinking koolaid...a silly looking bus named 'Furthur,' meeting a rather strange but dynamic man someone later identified as Ken, listening to Allen Ginsberg (very strange memories here, as I was...ahem, not 100% in control of my faculties, and some of those minutes were like years).
Jane Fonda, at a University rally, a dynamic lady. I had a few minutes of near-private conversation time with her. Not everyone was applauding her that day though. In fact, she was booed a bit.
Then, the Pooh Bear singers (LOL) Kenny Loggins and Jim Messina, on several occasions. Jim lived only a few miles away from me and played regularly at a club across the street from my beachside apt in So Cal. Bonnie Raitt, who sang happy birthday to me at a Tallahassee Florida nightclub, a special birthday surprise to me from some friends. She invited me to meet her backstage during the break, and said she hoped I was enjoying my birthday treat and gave me a hug. Are you kidding??? I adore her!
Johnny and June Carter Cash, and Roseann (my fave Cash). Gregg Allman (briefly at a Santa Barbara party, though he was 6 sheets to the wind and I was at least 4) Michael Martin Murphy (Wildfire song). Jan and Dean (around 1964, anybody else remember them?)
The Eagles (one member was a neighbor in CA, did some jamming sessions with my room mate).
John Prine (loved his gig in Tallahassee). Ritchy Valens (La Bamba fame, a neighbor of mine in Pacoima, CA where I was a pre-teen). Roddy McDowell (Planet of the Apes) in his ape costume, no less, with the whole crew after a filming session. James Arness, who called me 'Miss Kitty' when I served him coffee at Dupar's coffee shop (left me a five dollar tip after only having a piece of apple pie and cup of coffee) He barely fit into that bar stool, those long legs were tucked under that counter so tight. Loretta Switt, whose lips were radically huge and red, and who put her lipstick on while sitting at the table...sheesh, and only left a .50 tip after a full meal)
Paul Newman and Joanna at a private movie screening in Hollyweird (I was married to someone connected with the movie industry early 70's)
Roy Rogers and Dale Evans(I was a kid), an old cowboy named Tex Ritter who was a friend of my father's. Liberace, when my step-dad's crew built his swimming pool in the shape of a grand piano.
Musician Tim Weisberg, classical and jazz flautist (went to college with him, sat in on a rehearsal or two, then again years later at a concert)
Tennis great Billie Jean King (boo! carried her racquet in, never said more than three words, didn't even leave me a tip...I was a bartender at LAX) Several misc Hollywood actors and actresses, can't remember all their names at the moment, but many of the faces are still fresh. One or two I could have lived without meeting, they were so damn plastic.
(I lived in the Hollywood hills area for a few years, Laurel Canyon...had Columbia Studios connections for private screenings. Saw 2001 before it was out on the big screen)
But my all-time favorite encounter?
Drinking a pitcher of beer with Joe Cocker, being a guest at his private table at Chanticleers, a nightclub in Montecito where my boyfriend-at-the-time was entertaining. Joe used to show up sometimes, unannounced, get up and sing. That night was so much fun!!!! He sang 'Gimme a ticket' and dedicated it to me that night. I loved every dang minute of it!
~sigh~ then I became a single mom. LOL