My Dave Weckl story:
I used to manage a local music shop here in town, where I still work part time now. We did a Dave Weckl drum clinic back some years ago, when the Evolution series cymbals were released. I sat across the table and one seat over from Dave. This was back when cell phones were just on the verge of becoming the norm and he spent the whole night on that thing. He didn't talk much and he seemed like he couldn't wait to get outta there. I can't blame him. Whenever he does a clinic, I'm sure some drum goof at the store keeps wanking on him. We left Dave to himself and he didn't engage in any of our lighthearted conversations.
The place we ate at was the Mongolian grill. It's a place where you go up to the counter and design your own food. Then everyone stands around and watches as the cooks saute your meal. I was looking to my right, talking to my friend, (also named Dave) and I heard the cook say "HEY! I know you! You're that wicked drummer guy!" I looked to my left which was where Dave Weckl was standing. I wanted to see what Dave was going to say to this guy. Dave just looked at him with the look of, "You're an idiot." then his eyes glanced back down toward his cell phone where he continued to text. I thought, "How rude!" and looked to see the cooks reaction to Daves disrespectful gesture but to my surprise, the cook was looking at me the whole time. I was like "Oh ugh... HEY!... yea ugh... that's me alright! I the wickedest drummer!" Dave was nodding in disbelief while he texted.
Poor cook. He had no idea who Dave Weckl was. He was standing RIGHT THERE!