Met Ray Liotta last night! What stars have you met?

i painted michael boatmans house( gay black man in spin city) , a very nice family man.
 
I used to work in a 4 star hotel restaurant and met a lot of minor celebrities. I met the guys from the Foo Fighters, Maynard from Tool, the guy from Smashing Pumpkins, and several pro wrestlers who were almost all really nice and gracious. We took room service to Jim Mcmahon and all his cronies and he was extremely cool when we messed up his order. Hulk Hogan, like him or not was the coolest of them all. He gladly stopped eating to take pics and sign autographs. I also took room service to Charlton Heston in the last years of his life and his alzheimers was pretty bad. He ordered some chocolate chip cookies in a brown paper bag, no lie. He kept looking into the paper bag and very angrily saying that they weren't cookies. His two security guys took really good care of him though and didn't look like you wanted to mess around with them.
Anyway to the point, the only time I was truly starstruck was when we all met Robert Plant one morning and we were all nearly speechless. I sounded like a total retard when I asked for his autograph, but it was worth it.
On the opposite end, the drummer for Aerosmith is about the gayest douchebag any of us had ever seen. I have so many stories I could go on and on and on........
 
cj65, I am sure that Ray and his family would visit the
Santa Monica Pier since they just live down the road in
Pacific Palisades. I use to run into him all the time in
Malibu at the Starbucks. Never did work with him when
I lived in California. I was a Hollywood photographer
for many years doing at home layouts with just about
any celebrity that you can think of. Shot many of the
big names for HELLO Magazine in England.
 
I have met my share because of work, but I do have a picture I took of Mick jagger taking a picture of me, and I am on one of the out take DVDs from one of his tours a while back. Whenever I feel I have to have my " fifteen minutes", I guess I can just hit "replay" until my thumb gets tired.

The only two bad impressions I got were from a world class magician and a former astronaut, the former just seemed to have a generally superior attitude, the latter was rude to a little kid after being nice to the kids brother. Nobody else was around except for a couple adults. No excuse.

The most impressive celebrity I met was Henry Winkler, truly a class act.
 
I met Jimmy Smits on the steps of the AMC Kabuki theater in Japantown in San Francisco several years ago. I was making a sushi run a few blocks from my apartment when I ran into him - I think he was in town for the film festival. We exchanged pleasantries and I kept on my way because I didn't want to bother him. He seemed a really pleasant fellow - warm smile and a thank you when I told him I appreciated his work.

I also ran into Harvey Keitel one time on the streets of New Haven CT - another down to earth type of guy. I've met a lot of big-name politicians too, because I hang out in DC and am obsessed with politics, and I once had a good conversation with Senator George McGovern on a Memorial Day on the National Mall - he was a brilliant and fascinating conversationalist.
 
Vinnie the Nose, said that he felt like a total retard with Robert Plant.
I did the same with Kissenger...
I walk up to the corner to wait for the light to change.
Glance to the left and see HK.
I blurt out Mr. Kissenger?
(A "did I say that out loud?" moment)
He looks at me and sez as only he can,
"Yessss?"
I'm totally befuddled cuz it's really him and I really did say that out loud.
I muttered "nice to meet you." and took off like a phantom jet as the light turned green.
 
I worked in many hotels in my youth, thus meeting more than my share however of all the celebrities I've met the one who stands out the most is John Denver. He was without a doubt the nicest, friendliest, most down to earth man you'd ever want to meet. Always said "please" and "thank you" and prefaced every request with "would you mind?" or "can you do me a favor?" The persona you saw in the "Oh God" movies wasn't an act - that was the real man. A true class act.
 
Back in '98, I went to L.A. with my mom, who wanted to attend a convention in Pasadena. I don't get to see her that often, so I asked her if she wanted to stay a few extra days for some sightseeing and tourist type fun. One of these things was dinner at the Ivy Restaurant, in Hollywood. We entered, and had been there for about 20-30 minutes when Samuel L. Jackson and some of his friends & family were seated at a larger table right next to us. He was closest to us at the round table they were sitting around, and it was fun to be close enough to hear his family giving him some good natured ribbing on a few things, including not wanting to go to church the following morning as he wanted to go play golf instead. Well, Mr. Jackson seems to like rocking back in his chair so that only the back legs are on the floor and so he rocks back further, and further... and further, until he went past the point of no return. He swings around to catch himself on the edge of our table as I grab the back of his chair to try and stop his fall and we both manage to keep him from falling into our entrées. He apologizes profusely to us, and all I could say was, "No worries, Mr. Jackson, it's all good." and smile at him. He smiles back and again apologizes.

He seems to be a very nice guy... confident, yet friendly & courteous. Too bad I couldn't seem to lose that star-struck feeling long enough to engage him in at least a little more conversation, but that was better than my mom, who did recognize him by sight, but didn't know who he was until I said his name. :D
 
I met Sinbad at Macworld '99 in NYC. I debated whether or not to say anything to him. I walked up to him and told him that I really enjoyed his work and thought he was very funny. He shook my hand, and that was it. He was very,very nice.
 
Back in 1996 when I was dating my GF (now wife) we took a trip to southern England, Bath to be specific. She was friends with the guitarist Perry Bamonte (1990-2005) of The Cure.

We hung out with the entire band most of the first week we were there. They rented Jane Seymours manor, St. Catherines, to record their records because of the great acoustics of certain rooms there. Pretty funny, one of the walls by the kitchen was plastered with pictures of herself from different movies and other stars posing with her. I just thought it vain.

All the band members treated us real nice and we ate with them most nights. Robert Smith was very nice and I watched Simon (bass player) eat shit with a big plate of spaghetti that went everywhere and everyone pissed themselves laughing.

Perry was very hospitable and offered me some of the most diverse brands of beer on the planet (stored in a HUGE fridge with glass doors). Can't remember the names, but drank a bunch of em.

Most memorable moments-

1. Very nice bathroom on the second floor. I think it had marble sink countertop, huge tub, and a toilet with a nice deep colored wood seat. I promptly plugged up the toilet and almost tore it apart ala Dumb and Dumber. Word to the wise, plumbing sucks in England.

2. In the recording room they had all their equipement set up and props from the video they just shot for album release. I grabbed one of the wigs and threw it on. I then picked up one of the guitars that was probably worth more than anything I owned at the time and told GF to take pic before I got caught.

3. Previously mentioned beer fridge......
 
I got an autograph from Buzz Aldrin.
Shucked oysters for Cher and Dan Akroyd. She was smaller than I thought.
Sonny must have been real tiny.
Hung around Ted Kennedy. Not a bad guy if he wasn't a friggin communist.
Friends with John Hannah. The best lineman in pro football.
When I was a kid in the sixth grade I sailed on the Hudson River Sloop Clearwater with Pete Seeger and some unknown guy named Don McClean. Wrote some song about a pie.
Other national politicians. All self centered a=holes.
That's about it.
 
Let me think. I've met Kathleen Battle, Andy Dyck, Bill Murray, Paul Rodriguez, Bret Hart, Danny Boy, Ed Neidhart, lots of hockey players, base-ball players, olympians, government officials... It helps to have worked Immigration at an international airport. Now that I'm at a land border I meet a few bands but I never seem to remember who they are because I'm not into their music. Or, it is someone I recognize but didn't know they were doing a concert in the area and I'm stuck at work saying, "Welcome, home." :grumpy:

I've seen Joe Montana and Shirley MacLaine. I don't know why but I always seemed to miss Tom Selleck and George Wendt. I would really have enjoyed meeting them. Prince George never came through my line either...
 
I havent met any famous people from the US but I have met a few British actors and commediens you guys in the US may well know.
I have met Robert Carlyle and Ewan Mcgregor, they both seemed like pretty sound guys although I didnt talk to them for verry long.
I have met many commediens in pubs during the Edinburgh festival time. Billy Connolly, Alan Carr, Michael Mee, Jim Rose and the
Enigma (Jim Rose circus) to mention a few.
I have met the guys from "De la soul" in Amsterdam, I'v met Chris Manak and Paul Mccartney. I also met some famous singer from
Taiwan the other day although I have no idea who she is, my friends were all a flutter to speak to her though.
I suppose my biggest claim to fame would be being related to Robbie Coltrane though :):thumbup:
 
When I was in Moscow the show Head of the Class came to film two episodes. One of the guys coming back from R&R in Helsinki ran into Howard Hesseman at the airport....to make a long story short various members of the cast came over to the Marine House nearly every night and we had a party for the whole cast and crew before they left. I cooked burgers and hot dogs on the grill and it was funny to see how happy they were to have, as they put it, "real food".

Robin Givens was in the show then and married to Mike Tyson and he came along with them. Mike practically lived at the Marine House the two weeks they were in town. It was the only place he could get away from being mobbed as even the Soviets knew who he was. I remember coming home from work one morning and Mike was sacked out on the couch in the living room...
 
I was born and raised in LA, so I had the opportunity to meet many actors. The only ones that stick in my mind are.....

Sidney Greenstreet. My dad used to fix his car. Nice man.

Edward G Robinson. He used to come into an antique shop that I worked at. He was an *** ****!

Earnest Borgnine. He almost ran over me with his Mercedes. Nice guy.

When we moved to Goleta, we met a lot of actors that lived in Montecito.

The one that sticks in my mind is Burt Lancaster. We met him at a charity thing at the Montecito Polo Club. (I was helping with parking) He was a grouchy old man, but he did give my wife an autograph. This was a few years before his demise.
 
Henry Rollins sweated on me at a show. I was right against the stage and he literally squirts perspiration from every pore. Not sure if that's cool or just gross. Incidentally, he's built like a brick but is only about 5'2".

I shook Rep. Donna Seidel's hand and chatted briefly about the upcoming elections last year at the county fair. (she was manning a booth handing out pamphlets and what-not.) She's distractingly attractive in person. Total MILF and very charming.

I canvassed Russ Decker's wife last autumn while working for a campaign organization. Also beautiful and charming.

Years ago, a girl I occasionally dated won backstage passes to see Donnie Osmond; since I'm a musician wannabe, she got his autograph for me. :rolleyes:

Pretty lame, huh? :o
 
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My claim to fame is seeing Howard Cosell in the infield of the Kentucky Derby in the early 1980s. I had on a fraternity t-shirt, and as he walked past me, he read the greek letters in that somewhat famous Cosell voice: "Sigma Alpha Epsilon."

 
OldPhysics said:
I went to college in Los Angeles ... long, long ago. One of my fellow ROTC students hooked many of us up with jobs as extras for the movie industry, so I got to see quite a few TV and movie stars.

My own favorite story has nothing to do with being an extra.:)

It's midnight at Tommy's on Rampart. For those who don't know, Tommy's is a tiny little place that makes some of the best chili-cheeseburgers on the planet. This particular Tommy's is at the corner, surrounded by a medium-sized parking lot that's just not big enough for the traffic. Running around the outside of the regular businesses on the opposite side of the parking lot is a long wooden bar. This is where everyone stands to eat their sloppy, runny, wonderful Tommyburgers. Late at night, the parking lot is full and so is that wooden bar. Most folks end up parking across the street, trying to find some way across Rampart (not so easy).

I'm there with maybe 3 college friends, trying hard to keep the chili off my pants. A loud sedan comes rumbling down Rampart and turns into the lot across the street. The usual squadcar parked down Rampart takes notice since it's a beautiful, refinished muscle car (a Cuda, if I remember right). A tall man with wide shoulders and cowboy boots steps out. He walks directly to the curb and starts across Rampart. Naturally, one of the policemen pulls out a ticket book and heads for the sidewalk on our side, ready to hand out his usual jaywalking ticket. Most of us are watching to see the new guy get his "Tommy's Tax."

Halfway there, the cop stops and turns around. Heads directly back to the squadcar and starts talking to his mate.

The tall man, untaxed, walks right toward Tommy's. People start backing away, and now we are all creeped out. You have to wait 15 minutes to get a burger; that's just the way it is.

We can't hear him clearly, but he gets his order -- fast. Two Tommyburgers with extra chili; you can tell by the extra mess. And a large Coke. He heads for the rail about 10 feet down from us.

People clear away. Well away. He gets a large safety zone on each side. He leans against the wooden bar and calmly, quickly downs both burgers with that Coke. He gets extra credit for cleanliness and he's gone in 10 minutes, returning exactly the way he came.

It was Clint Eastwood.:D

He didn't talk to any of us, he didn't make a big fuss or stare anybody down, but it was him, alright. It may seem funny to you that nobody walked over to him, nobody said anything to him, nobody asked him for an autograph. Even in the early seventies, everybody knew he was more than just another actor ... and you could tell, just by the way he walked and the way he looked, that he wanted his privacy.

He got it. And we got a memory that has lasted, for me, a lifetime.
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Back in the early 90's sometime, my friend and I went to the opening night of Hollywood Park horse track, they were starting night racing again. Clint Eastwood was the Master of Ceremonies. I never got too close, but I was real drunk, and being the happy drunk that I was back then, I kept shouting, "Josey Wales, the war is over." Some in the crowd thought it was a riot, others were irritated, but somehow, when Clint squinted and looked out to see who it was, I think he knew I was just being a respectful fan. At least that is the way I percieved it. I did not get arrested anyways.:o
 
Gosh, I'll have to go back to my younger years for this...

In junior high, I saw David McCallum, who played Man from U.N.C.L.E. agent Illya Kuryakin and now is Ducky Mallard on NCIS. We were both in the mirror maze at Pacific Ocean Park (POP) in Santa Monica/Venice, California. We stopped in adjorning mirror rooms and made eye contact. We both sort of nodded our heads, I smiled, and we went on our way. He was so HOT back then. sigh. Illya Kuryakin!!!!!

In high school, I had an opportunity to travel to a concert in the bus with The Fifth Dimension. Also was backstage in their dressing rooms. It was really cool, being on the "inside."

I came face-to-face with Kent McCord from "Adam-12" once when I went to a car show in LA in the early 70's. He was not very friendly nor approachable, which was his right. So I said nothing.

I know I've run into other stars, having grown up in the LA area, but at the moment I can't recall the others. LAX is a great place to spot stars when you are zooming in and out to meet family/friends.

I've never approached a star I have seen, as I have always respected their privacy.
 
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