Always good to meet another Adrian Belew fan, and particularly a fan of his solo stuff; more than a few years ago, I braced him after a Bears show in my hometown and told him the story of how I came to purchase his first solo record, Lone Rhinoceros. (on the recommendation of his former mother-in-law, Gracie, who, when she learned that I was a musician, told me all about her son-in-law and his record, and that he'd played with Frank Zappa) Adrian enjoyed the story very much and even signed a Stratocaster for me. I still have it.
The story I didn't tell him was about how Gracie was a legend at Naval Air Station Cecil Field, near Jacksonville, FL; she worked in the pizzeria at the enlisted men's club on the base and was the sweetest, kindest person most any of us sailors had ever met; she was also the most profoundly ugly woman I've ever seen who wasn't physically deformed, bless her heart, but neither of the above was
why she was so legendary-she could drink
all the sailors under the table, even the Australians who were temporarily billeted with us during the Falklands War. It was rumored that she typically killed a case of Old Milwaukee every day, while driving home from work. Also, nobody could believe she could
possibly be related to her daughter, Adrian's ex, who was absolutely smokin' hawt. (imagine a strawberry blonde Liz Taylor, with a way better bod) The celebrity Gracie most closely resembled was the Sea Hag from the old Popeye cartoons, and she had the most gratingly annoying voice, in which she would go on at great length about how much better a place the world would be, with out everyone adding their "personal remarks".
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y8xppKcpqoI