Ready for a Keef story? (I got a million, that's why I'm here, to enlighten and entertain, but I digress...) Chuck Berry had his 60th birthday party at the Fox Theater in St. Louis, MO in 1986. I camped out for tickets and got 4, which was the limit, knowing I could scalp the leftovers no problem. The day of the show they announce a second show, which I sprung for, seein's I had $300 from ticket sales. I show up early on the day of the show to see who I'd run into celeb-wise, and joined the queue at the stage door. With my eagle ninja-trained eye I spy a white van coming over the horizon and a familiar figure riding solo in back. The van approaches. Keith jumps out, I jump in, hand him an album, he signs, and dashes into the venue, leaving hundreds of like-minded scrounges like me fruitless. That day, by the same method, I meet Eric Clapton, have my pic taken with him to boot. Not to mention a sig from the late Johnnie Johnson, Johnny B. Goode himself, a St. Louis native, as is Chuck. The result? Memories and a spectacular time. Hail Hail Rock And Roll.
