Some moments in life are so surreal that even weeks later, you still can't quite find the words.
Tom and I were in Nashville for Kid Rock's annual charity comedy event, and on Saturday night before the event, September 11th, we decided to have dinner at his Detroit Cowboy restaurant. As we sat down, our waiter casually mentioned, "He's here tonight."
I thought, "No way."
A little while later, I noticed people coming back inside with photos on their phones. Curious, I stepped outside and there he was—Kid Rock himself, smoking a cigar and sipping whiskey. We talked for a few minutes, took a picture, and I figured that would be the highlight of the night.
I was wrong.
As the restaurant began to empty, Kid Rock came into the bar area and started hanging out. I introduced Tom, and what followed was something I'll never forget. We talked for over 20 minutes about life, politics, concerts, work, and experiences. When I finally tried to excuse myself because I felt like I was taking up too much of his time, he stopped me and said, "No, no, no, don't go anywhere."
The conversation didn't just end there, either. As the night went on, I hung around the bar while he was visiting with people and enjoying his evening. We'd cross paths, chat some more, laugh, and pick right back up where we left off. At one point, I even tried to buy him a drink—which still makes me laugh. After spending more than two decades following his career, never in a million years did I think I'd be standing in a bar in Nashville trying to buy Kid Rock a whiskey.
For anyone who knows me, you know this wasn't just meeting a celebrity.
Kid Rock's music has been part of the soundtrack of my life for more than 25 years. I've traveled all over the country to see him perform, attended more than 50 concerts, bought the best tickets I could afford, stood on stage during his 40th birthday celebration in Detroit, met his mom, and supported causes he believed in.
I even contributed to a fundraiser he held for the Detroit Symphony Orchestra years ago when the organization was struggling. My contribution earned a spot in the program book, and while I didn't get to meet him that night, his bodyguard took my book back for him to sign. I still have it today.
Over the years, I've admired not only his music but also his work ethic, his authenticity, and his willingness to be exactly who he is.
And after all those years, what impressed me most wasn't the performer.
It was the person.
He was genuine, kind, generous with his time, and made me feel like I was talking to someone I'd known forever rather than someone whose music I've followed for decades.
As we finally said goodbye, he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and I walked away with an experience I'll never forget.
I've replayed that night in my mind countless times since then. Not because I met a celebrity, but because after all these years, the person turned out to be exactly who I hoped he would be.
Some memories last a lifetime.
September 11th in Nashville will always be one of mine.
