Alanz wrote:Have ever had anyone famous behind you before

Oooh, Oooh, I met someone famous, but I didn't know he was famous. I was locked away in that school in the Dominican Republic in 1976 and 1977, it was early 1977 I believe when this happened. The school I was at really wanted to get into the students head's and use a horrible method of brainwashing called EST, the motto of Erhard Training Systems is "We're gonna tear you down and build you back up into [insert meme here]. I had brought my guitar with me and the staff kept taking it away from me, because they said I was releasing feelings through it and not conforming (HA! Imagine me conforming to anything but me) to the group and only letting my feelings out there. After a year there, my little E string broke. I still kept playing as though it was there. (Segovia did the same sort of thing in the Spanish Military. He took a guitar neck and practiced every day and after two years he was Much better than when he left)
One day I was out playing by the kitchen and here comes an American!!! We were pretty much sequestered from any outsiders. He was wearing a dirty Karate ghi and had sandals on his dusty feet, and Blonde hair. He spoke with me for a while and sympathized that my strings were indeed really old. Nobody noticed us for about 15 min or so, then a staff member came out to get him away from the Non-conforming, damn stubborn girl. I distinctly heard him say " I thought you Christian types liked music. "
About an hour later, he came back with a WHOLE NEW SET of strings! OH JOY!!!

He strung my guitar and showed me how to wrap the steel strings so they weren't just winging about. When I first met him, I asked his name. He said "My friends call me Jim" omg I met Jimmy Buffet right after his Big Margaritaville hit and being on the cover of the Rolling Stone. He was bumming around the Caribbean, getting his head right after all the Hollywood treatment. I did not realize it until years later. I thought he was an angel sent to help me stay sane. Pretty soon I began to "find" music books lying about, and an American teacher/musician came to the weekly campfire where I played and we sang John Denver, and Christian music. He told the director what nuts they had all been for not letting me play and for shunning me for it.
Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat. ~ Witches Abroad