Actually the nicest person in the world to me was Linda Eder. I know that people have knocked her in the past (about her talent -- whatever!) but I got a single ticket to see her at the Strand Capital in York years ago (like 1997-9

and she did a full two hour concert and I was so blown away. Afterwards it was like 5 Degrees out or something. I remember it was so cold cause the concert was in January. So anyway~ We were standing by the stage door waiting and waiting and waiting and there were maybe 10 of us left and she comes out and her limo is not there yet. So the "body guard" or whatever he was, says "Why don't you just come back inside and wait until you limo is here so you dont have to wait in the cold"-- and She said "The folks have been waiting out in the cold for 1/2 hour for me to come out and I am sure they would love to chat with me" -- So she found out who owned the Suburban parked next to the stage door and they openend the trunk and cranked the heater in the svu and she sat at the edge and chatted with us, signing things and even sang a little waiting for the limo. It was like heaven. Every time I has seen her in concert now, I wait for her at the stagedoor and get meet her.. I have seen her now 10-12 times and she is always so amazingly nice.
Right after 9-11 when she did her Christmas Concert at the Gershwin, she came out and signed autographs and was so nice.. her then husband came out too (Frank) and I got an autograph with both of them... They were the nicest --shame is was a cheater... but still... They both talked to me for like 5 minutes about what i loved and I cried when I talked about If I Had My Way and how it was so moving and she was so cute, she pulled a Kleenex from her pocket and gave it to me. She said, Just have to make sure it is clean and Jake did not use it.
She is the nicest person. I love her.
"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around."