I have several autographs from my radio days, but two particular favorites:
1. I leaned on our promotions director to hire the Mavericks to play a festival we were sponsoring in June of '94. He did (we contracted with them in Dec of '93, when they were still just becoming nationally known on the strength of their 3rd - and undoubtedly most popular - album, What A Crying Shame). I was absolutely enthralled by that album, the vocals of Raul Malo, the beautiful harmonies, and how well they played together. Anyway, I had the privilege of introducing the band at the festival and interviewing both Raul Malo and the then-bass player, Robert Reynolds (who, as an aside, was married to Trisha Yearwood at the time). I had a promotional copy of the CD that featured a photo of the band on the disk itself. All four of them signed it for me, and it makes a beautiful display piece. It also reminds me of the one time that I really lobbied hard to help break a band that deserved it.
2. At another festival that year, John Michael Montgomery was headlining. Another radio station sponsored that show, so I had no privileges other than those given by the other station as a matter of professional courtesy. JMM was having his heyday then, and he was an extremely attractive man. I wanted to meet him, so the promotions director of the other station arranged it for me. The event was being held at the regional state fair, so my station was there broadcasting anyway. He took me to the backstage area a couple of hours before the show and introduced me to JMM. I happened to have a roll of my station's promo stickers with me, so on the spur of the moment, I asked him to sign one, which he did. As I started to walk away, he grabbed me by the belt of my jacket and pulled me back, saying, "We have to have pictures!" He put his arm around me - and, wow! Did he smell GOOD! - and the guy from the other radio station took our picture. In the second that followed, JMM planted a real, live kiss right on my lips and my knees buckled (really! He was so good looking and smelled so delicious!). I think I floated all the way back to the booth where my station was broadcasting from. Our promotions director (who I was dating
at the time) gave me a dark look when I told him what happened. He accused me of being starstruck. I wasn't. I'd met a lot of people during my time at the station...I was simply a girl who got unexpectedly kissed by a real hunk.
Anyway...I received a copy of the photo in the mail shortly thereafter; I thought I'd kept it in a boxful of radio memorabilia, but I haven't seen it in years. If I ever find that pic again, I'll post it.