(I've even met him four times, and met his drummer twice, and had his keyboardist in my car with Yoda and his brother.)
Aye, I remember that. There's a little story behind it. We saw him in concert, and afterwards, you said we should hang around, because he always comes out afterwards to say hello to people and sign stuff. The security guard kept insisting he wasn't going to, but we hung around anyway.
Eventually, after awhile, we gave up, thinking it might be different this time (larger venue, maybe). While driving through the parking lot, we see John "Bermuda" Schwartz just jogging in the dark. We ask him if he wants a ride, and he gets in. Says he just needs a ride to the hotel a little ways done, to settle a gambling debt (ha). We meander in the dark through the parking lot, and see some traffic cones blocking our way. We stop, he gets out, looks at the cone thoughtfully, and then kicks it out of the way.
We get him to the hotel, he does whatever he's doing, and we ride him back to the concert setup, where he gets us in backstage. We see the same security guard who insisted we'd never get in, and he says "so, you made it, huh?" We meet Al, get some pictures, and head home happy.
Pretty crazy stuff. Such dumb luck, too.