In Las Vegas with a group of college buddies a couple of years ago, staying in Mandalay Bay. Bryan Adams was performing and one of the housekeepers told us that Bryan himself was staying on our floor in one of the enormous suites on the way between our rooms and the elevator. So, half in the bag one afternoon and on our way to the pool, I channel my inner
@Reg Lllama of Brixton and start yelling outside of Bryan's door, "Bryan Adams you're my favorite! Play 'Jesse's Girl' tonight!!"
My friends quickly caught on (sorta) and before you know it we were cracking ourselves up busting Bryan Adams' balls by shouting our appreciation in the halls for "his" songs he didn't sing. I think we even serenaded him with Take Me Home Tonight and Jack and Diane.
One lucky soul from that group got to stay in Vegas an extra week for a conference. He got dragged to a Rick Springfield concert and, good man that he is, waited for a break in the music to shout out a request for Summer of '69. Time is a flat circle, indeed.