In the interest of partial disclosure, I will tell you that I met dude on June 14 of 1996, which will be exactly 25 years, in
(math)
11 days.
I was working rock and roll catering in Chicago and people were like, "You HAVE to see Morphine, man..." so I made sure to work that night and instead only remember the opening band, who were 16 Horsepower. Besides him, I've really only fangirled Johnny Rotten (on my 30th birthday that same summer) and I certainly didn't ask him for his autograph.
I have only asked one person for their autograph in my 54 exceptionally-celebrity-heavy years because of working in restaurants, catering and architecture, and that's David Eugene Edwards. Even at the time, being from NYC I would sooner have taken a stiletto to the eye than approach a celebrity of any magnitude to sign something that proved that we had met, but I was driven to do so with this guy. It was so against my nature that it was really embarrassing and I was completely shocked when he said that I was the first person to ever ask him.
Because I was the first to ask him, I always thought he might remember me.
Some of you may remember the time machine debacle earlier this year, but I hadn't been thinking of dude in any particular way other than how fresh his music was from the 90's because I only played those three albums - 16 Horsepower, Sackcloth 'n' Ashes, which he signed, and Low Estate. I will confess that when he went from 16 Horsepower to Wovenhand in 2005, I didn't want a new sound and I noped-out - I didn't listen to ANY of it until literally this year, like February. Someone saying they were 16 Hp surfaced in the middle of the first campaign in the Time Traveler Alert thread and as a result, I started listening to all the Wovenhand stuff and literally reading all of the lyrics chronologically, because he seems to be telling one story that's across almost all songs and all bands, starting from 1992.
Anyway it was because of that that I was like, Oh it's been 25 years-ish, and then last month I actually ran the band combo and venue through concert sites and it showed me that it happened June 14, 1996, which is like, now.
I feel like I'm missing something and have been, all this time, and now it's too late and I've fucked it up.