A Brush with Bra

A few weeks ago, quite by chance, I encountered (that's the only way I can describe it) one of my musical heroes: Bra Hugh Masekela. He was much shorter than I expected and seemed to be bristling with energy. He also turned out to be extremely warm and friendly. On their way out, Bra Hugh and his friend walked past the table where I was sitting with a friend. As they did so they said hello (doubtless my earlier attempts at discreet gawking had failed miserably):

Bra Hugh and friend: How are you guys!?

Me: Fine...I love your music!

Bra Hugh: It's not mine, I just found it here!

And off they went galloping into the sunset.