A story about Shirley Manson
I met Shirley through Geffen Records.
We met at Stanford University when I was 13, back in his infamous Doogie Howser days. We were performing at the East-West Shriners Halftime when a huge mob of girls started chasing his convertible. As he was signing autographs from atop the back seat, my friend jumped up, gave him a hug, and pinched his butt… then a girl got trampled. Lesson One in Senseless Celebrity Idolization.