A Short story about Charlotte Safavi meeting George in 1993. I found it here during one of my many searches online. Since she did not take photos at George's birthday party, I added a photo of George in September 1993 at the release of the Red and Blue albums on Cd.
In any case, I met George Harrison in 1993. I was fortunate enough to attend his 50th birthday party in LA, as the legit date of an invitee, not on the arm of White House party crasher Tareq Salahi. The event was a relatively intimate affair at a modest private residence, a sit-down dinner for 50 or so people. Several members of The Traveling Wilburys were in attendance, including Tom Petty (also of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers) and Jeff Lynne (also of Electric Light Orchestra), whom I was seated next to.
When I was introduced to George Harrison, I confess I went weak at the knees. Wobbled in my high heels, perspired into my Azzedine Alaia dress. He was tall, had a commanding aura for want of a better phrase and soft dark eyes. I shook his hand. I confessed I was star struck, apologized for being effusive, and thanked him for his contribution to twentieth century popular culture.
I did not request his signature or photograph. I did feel privileged to have met him during his lifetime.
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