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In the early 90's I saw Chet in concert in Pasadena, California, at the
Ambassador Theater. As usual, it was a great show. After the concert I
was walking outside down a hallway and this door opened from backstage;
I just happened to be standing right there and Mister Guitar himself
walked out. I asked someone to snap a picture with my camera
while Chet was standing next to me. I said "Chet, all my life I've
wanted to meet you, and I've always had a secret desire to pick 'I'll
see you in my dreams' with you." FLASH went the camera, and he was gone
in the night.
Mysterious happenings took place. A year or two after
that I was in Nashville in my car with Marcel Dadi as my passenger and,
lo and behold, we stopped on 17th Avenue at that very famous mansion on
the right hand side. We got out of the car, knocked on the door, and
Clarissa said "Come on in guys." She hugged Marcel, shook my hand and
said "Hi, Michael." She then went over to her desk, got on the phone,
said something, and hung up. She said "Chet will be right down." My
heart was pounding to the beat of "Yakety Axe." The door opened
upstairs and Chet said "Come on up boys." Marcel and I spent the
afternoon with Chet, and I had my one and only guitar lesson from Chet
himself. Chet and Marcel reminisced about the good old days and then we
left. I have never been the same.
- Michael O'Dorn
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