I'm not proud of it (okay, maybe I am), but my hand did come in contact with the singer's posterior. And here's how it happened.

Katie McPhillips/TSM-Rochester
Katie McPhillips/TSM-Rochester

I've been a big Keith Urban fan for a long time now. I've seen his live shows probably 6 or 7 times and he never disappoints. Each time we've seen him, though, I'm taken back to when I (inadvertently) grazed Keith's tush.

It happened probably 10 or 12 years ago when Keith was playing at Country Jam USA in Eau Claire. I was working at a radio station there and got to head backstage with a few listeners for a meet-and-greet with Keith.

He couldn't have been a nicer guy, and he seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying. I remember him saying that was his first visit to northern Wisconsin-- he'd previously only been in Madison-- and he got a kick out of the fact that he'd heard we can actually drive on our lakes when they're frozen over in the winter. (Being a New Zealand native who grew up in Australia, that was quite the wild thought, apparently.)

We then got our group together for a picture with Keith, and THAT'S when it happened. I was on Keith's immediate left, and as we scrunched together so we could all be in the photo, I put my right arm around Mr. Urban.

We took the picture, but as we were moving away and I was bringing my right arm back down, it grazed, momentarily, on Keith's posterior. It was probably only for a millisecond or so-- and, no, Keith didn't appear to notice-- but I remember thinking to myself, "Hey-- I just touched Keith Urban's butt!"

It's quite the memory that's seared into my cerebrum to this day, over a decade later. It's something you don't get to say every day-- unless you're Nicole Kidman, that is...

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