My memories have faded considerably of things from that long ago, but as I recall it was a madhouse. Groupies and autograph hounds rushing artists, lines of people waiting for acknowledgment from The Jackson's, VanHalen, Phil Collins and the like. With Sting running around with his entourage and Andy nowhere to be seen (he may not have been there at all), I spotted Mr. Copeland, standing alone in the crowd. I thought maybe it wasn't him, because he was by himself looking very content not to be hounded like the rest. My palms started to sweat when I realized it was him. I was a young drummer myself at the time and modeled my "sound" after just a few others - Buddy Rich (who I met that night as well), Louis Belson, Neil Peart, Phil Collins and of course Stewart Copeland. I approached slowly and introduced myself. From that point, I remember very little of the conversation.
I was SPEECHLESS.
My brain kept repeating over and over "You’re talking to Stewart Copeland! Say something cool you DOPE!" He was incredibly gracious and VERY giving of his time (I want to say we talked for at least 10 minutes!) Then he signed my Grammy program, said goodbye and returned to anonymity.
It was an event that has remained one of the highlights of my life.
I've always thought that at some point in my life we'd meet again and I could thank you in person for helping to shape my life with your talent and ten minutes of your time, but with the advent of the Internet and this sounding board, I'll do it now.
Thanks Stewart!
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