I had won tickets to sit in the VIP area of a Pearl Jam concert in Camden several years ago. While Iggy Pop opened, Eddie and other members of the band sneaked into the empty row behind us.
He was suffering from a cold, and was coughing and snuffling a lot. Suddenly, as he leaned forward to get up and return backstage, he sneezed right onto my head. He apologized.
It's all good, Eddie.