I met Dennis Locorriere when I was nine. I went with my extended family and we were in the front row. His capo flew off his guitar in the middle of the performance or when he was just tweaking his guitar a bit, and my great aunt and granny made me get up and give it back to him.
He said thank you, asked my age and all, smiling, was really kind and then started his next song. Later we got to talk to him a bit and I got my photo with him. I'll have to fish it out; it's a nice enough photograph but I don't know if I'd be prepared to show my nine-year-old self to the internet, hah.
I was also mentioned in the local newspaper (which is probably still about somewhere as well) for being so helpful. >.> In fact, I found an internet version of it, aiee..
Press Ctrl+F and search the sentence "Most of the audience were, ahem, of a certain age though one nice little nine year old girl ran to the stage. "When's she's 21," quipped Locorriere, "I'll be dead." on http://www.dennislocorriere.com/tour-dates.htm
I actually remember him saying that now. I'm 18 now, and he seems well enough so I'm sure he'll be alive and kicking by then. I mean, come on; he's younger than Ritchie Blackmore and he's well.
Anyhow, I don't usually like country but I really like his. Probably grown on me over the years, mind you, because of my gran.
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