Yes indeed, Steve Winwood. On my phone. How did that happen? Well…
 
A couple of day jobs ago, I was a cub reporter for a magazine called Guitar Player. No prizes for guessing what the mag was about. I got paid to listen to crusty old backstage war stories from older writers during long, not-fully-sober lunches, and meet the occasional shredder who wandered into our thoroughly un-rock’n’roll office cube farm.
 
The high point of my stint was talking the editors into running an interview of one of my heroes – yes, Steve Winwood. Conducted by, OMG, me! I was very excited, especially when Steve’s Island Records publicist and I hatched a plan for Steve to call me (me!) direct from his house (him!) in England in the middle of the night.
 
When the appointed hour arrived, I was keyed up like a ritalin-addled wolverine. I’m afraid I did indeed begin by saying how huge a fan I was, and then let slip that I had listened to the new album 37 times (all true). Steve said “whoa”. Ecstasy.
 
The rest of the interview is lost to history, though I do have a clear memory of Mr. Winwood’s answer to my question regarding the source of his inspiration (“Drugs, mostly”).
 
Anyway, this is all an extremely long-winded way of explaining that I’ve always wanted to cover one of Steve’s best songs, and when a good friend who’s a pretty fair filmmaker came over recently with his iPhone and a bottle of wine I decided that the time had come.
 
We ended up with a fun little version of Blind Faith’s “Can’t Find My Way Home” – if you’d like to check it out, just click the play button below. 
 

 
Do you have any stories about brushes with rock’n’roll glory? I’d love to hear them – just leave them in the comments!