I not only met, but I got to jam with Bruce Springstein when I was a young guy in New Brunswick, N.J. I was a lead singer in one of many local bands I had been in.
The state university, Rutgers, is in New Brunswick. The way N.J. law was back in the late 60s and early 70s, local residents of New Brunswick had free access to the Rutgers student union. The old student union bldg. was open on Friday nights for local bands to jam. Springstein and the E Street Band were only known in N.J. then, they hadn't signed a record deal yet.
I remember that night was the first time I played blues harp in public.
There was a buzz in the crowd that Bruce Springstein and his band was there. Honestly, I didn't know who they were at the time.
Just like a concert top biller, he went on last. The sound and originality knocked me out. They were all great but Clarence Clemmons was fantastic.
I was a very good singer (there are plenty around, the vast majority unknown, and I was trained since grade school, which didn't hurt). Springstein must have enjoyed it because we were all hanging around after the jam and we started talking and he complimented me on my singing. So, we went over to the piano that was kept in the auditorium and started jamming. He asked what songs I liked to sing. I said the Beatles. He played piano and I sang. I looked around while singing "Hey Jude" and there must have been about 75-100 people standing around and listening. After that we went outside, and to put it delicately, shared some "beer" together. That was another life time ago ( I went on to be a Probation Investigator for Middlesex County N.J. despite my youthful transgression

). It was a very fun night.
Soon he became deservedly famous. I just played in cover bands for another 10 or 12 years. I was not an original, a song writer. I could sing any part in 4 octaves but I didn't have the head or the discipline to write original music, nor did I ever find a partner to write the music to any lyrics I came up with. Looking back, I concluded I was too lazy and never had the motivation to see if I could have become a successful musician. That was my bane.
I guess I don't get around much, because that is the only famous person I ever met. Once in awhile I wonder if Springstein remembers that night, but as busy as his life has been, I doubt it.
I almost didn't share this, I've never told anybody but my wife about it for over 40 years because I thought nobody would believe it.
After reading some of the famous folks you guys have met, I said "what the heck, why not?"