I met him at an Al DiMeola concert in NYC years ago, and accidentally called him Vinnie
(as in Vincent) He was not pleased. As if that wasn't bad enough, we were on line for beers about an hour later and a friend of mine said, "Hey, I heard
Ace Frehley is here tonight" and I said, "He must be crying watching Al and wondering why he didn't practice a little harder on the guitar instead of spending all that time practicing makeup". It was the EXACT second I finished that sentence that I realized my friend's eyes had grown wide looking over my shoulder. Sure enough, I turned my head and once again there was Ace, even less happy to see me than before
But, it's nice to see he's still around, and evidently cleaned up a bit.
