I met Harry Casey in the Delta Sky Loubge at Hartsfield Airport in Atlanta.
He and his 2 backup singers were appearing on a Chicago morning show.
He was a weird dude. He kept dropping in & out of a British accent, would change topics mid-sentence, kept insisting he was appearing on AM Chicago even though that show quit airing years before, would suddenly go dead silent, offered me a job as his keyboard player even though he was a keyboardist and had another guy.
His two singers were sweet as could be & kept apologizing for his behavior.
Then, at boarding time, he's sitting right across the aisle from me in 1st, but his two singers were in coach. That rubbed me the wrong way.
On the plane, he acted very entitled toward the attendants. Also, rubbed me the wrong way.
I was never the biggest fan of his music, but never hated it. But, after we got off the plane I could only think "What the heck was that?"

where I used to work in Biloxi. They really put on a good show! Everybody there was into it. And K.C. is such a nice guy.