I got this one in person in the green room of the Walker Art Center's theater, while Anderson was waiting for a sound check before her 2002 solo performance Happiness.
Many years ago, my then-8-year-old friend Spencer asked a prominent jazz musician for an autograph, but when he was given the usual signature, he scolded, "Not your name... Mine!" Following his lead, I've been asking writers, artists, politicians, and movie stars to sign my John Hancock, er, Paul Schmelzer. So far more than 70 have agreed...
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