The first time I met Andy, he was doing a show at the Alberta Street Pub in Portland, Oregon. He had a copy of his song book there, apparently, it was a display copy for pre-orders. The woman at the desk wasn't suppose to sell it. I found this out, when I brought it to him to sign. I felt bad, and would have given it back, but he took it, opened it, and signed his name, with a brief note saying, "This was MY copy."
Damn. He was one of my favourite singers, sometimes couldn't always understand him, because of that thick accent of his...but he was brilliant.