Around 1969. I was 16, played the drums. I was jamming with some guys I barely knew. Some new guy walk in, older than us, picks up the bass and joins in. Damn he was good, we all thought.
After he left one of the guys says, "That was David Brown, he plays bass for Santana". 4 jaws dropped.
Here's another: My dad was the track coach at USC. One day he calls me up and says, "There's some band called the Stoned Ponies, playing on my field in an hour or so, ever heard of them?" Speed limit? What speed limit? I got two lovely photos of Linda Rondstadt, which I've posted here:
https://postimg.cc/gallery/0DVnNbC