I wrote for a music magazine for about 3 years and somewhere around the house in a box I have a ton of old back stage press passes and random things that are pretty cool. Probably the best is thing I have is when I was covering the northwest swing of the Neil Young/Pearl Jam tour. After the show was over I was walking past Neil Young's dressing room and it has his name plate on it. I quickly glanced around and saw nobody so I pulled it off the door and stuck in my bag. Of course I was supposed to be professional, but I still had a little rock geek out moment over Neil
I also have a book called "Your vagina" which is nothing but short stories about women's vaginas signed by Liz Phair. She didn't write it, but the story behind it is pretty cool. I was doing a story on her and we went to a book store and she bought it. She thought it was a funny title. So I spend the day with her then she does her show and after the show she is getting ready to jump on the bus and head to the next city. She asks me if I'm going with her. I say no, I'm interviewing a different band tomorrow night, but I'll call her if I have any other questions. She gives me a puzzled look then plants a hot, wet, open-mouth kiss on me, wishes me well then gets on the bus and leaves.
I was floored and dumbfounded. I tell my editor about this the next morning and she laughed her ass off. She tells me that right then I could be banging Liz Phair, but I decided to not flake out on work. That part of the day with her ended up in the article and I got endless "fan" mail calling me all kinds of gay and dumb and caught shit from my fellow writers for months. So about three weeks after this I get a package in the mail from Liz. It is that book. She wrote in it, "After reading your article on me and hearing about the aftermath of you not coming with me for a couple of days on the road I thought you might want this. Clearly you need to learn more about the vagina than I do." She put a big smiley face and it was funny. I still have it.