I know you guys love my stories, so here's my Alex Chilton story.
I was living back home with my parents briefly after grad school in the early 90's in hicktown upstate New York. It was July 4, and there was one of those oldies reunion tours playing in some field for free complete with fireworks. I figured, what the hell, go listen to some oldies with the rednecks.
One of the acts on the bill was billed as Alex Chilton and the Boxtops. Sadly, my knowledge of Alex Chilton didn't go beyond "The Letter" and the Replacements' song at that point. But hey, those two things in an of themselves are great.
Anyway, I'm standing near the back of the crowd, taking in one of the preliminary acts, and this slight looking guy, a youthful 40ish, comes up and starts talking to me...about the show, the sound...just small stuff. Seemed like a nice guy. He didn't tell me what his name was.
So later that evening, Alex Chilton and the Boxtops come on, and lo and behold, the guy who I had been talking to WAS Alex Chilton. I would have never guessed. He seemed too young to be fronting an oldies band, and too cool to be playing for a bunch of drunk rednecks in a hayfield.
"The Letter" was awesome live, and will always be one of the greatest songs in rock history, imo. RIP, Alex Chilton.