It's a shame really, because it'd be nice to have that ability to go up and chat to anyone. I'm the same thanks to my autism. Luckily bands kinda clock that I'm different and give me a lot of patience and friendliness.
I agree that it is a delicate balance, but I can honestly say from personal experience that I have been talking to comedians, amongst others, for very many years and I have rarely been disappointed by the interactions.
I do admit that I have the slight advantage of being female, and not a reviewer, journalist, or of similar ilk. (By way of full disclosure, I am currently happily married to a professional comedian, who I met after one of their gigs.)
Incidentally, I did meet Tony Slattery in recent years and the impression I got was similar to that described by others: that he was a very funny, generous, kind, and rather fragile person.
Way back in the early 90s I listened to GLR a lot and discovered the music of Eric Matthews. Many years later I had the chance to communicate with him on Facebook. He seemed a bit of an arsehole.
I had the same problems when I was working in the entertainment industry. Fab when I was in my clearly defined role, absolutely useless outside of it. I couldn't even get selfies while my contemporaries were merrily getting selfies with them afterwards.
I wouldn't dream of asking for a selfie for myself but my friend wanted a selfie with Romesh Ranganathan and i was quite happy to ask Romesh to do it for him!
When I was 17 ... I saw Magazine on the Real Life tour and they were great. We went backstage after the gig and met the band and got autographs. Dave Formula was particularly friendly and funny. As I collected autographs, I saved the big one till last: Howard - The Most Important Man In The World. I was well stressed as I approached him. He was wearing a Norman Collier cap which freaked me out for some reason. As he signed my gig poster he said something to me and looked up at me waiting for a reply. Of course, I hadn't caught what he'd said and just giggled, said 'yes' in a strained eye pitched voice, and scuttled off for the fire exit and out into a rainy Redcar, with my friends still inside gargling free beer.
It's a shame really, because it'd be nice to have that ability to go up and chat to anyone. I'm the same thanks to my autism. Luckily bands kinda clock that I'm different and give me a lot of patience and friendliness.
I agree that it is a delicate balance, but I can honestly say from personal experience that I have been talking to comedians, amongst others, for very many years and I have rarely been disappointed by the interactions.
I do admit that I have the slight advantage of being female, and not a reviewer, journalist, or of similar ilk. (By way of full disclosure, I am currently happily married to a professional comedian, who I met after one of their gigs.)
Incidentally, I did meet Tony Slattery in recent years and the impression I got was similar to that described by others: that he was a very funny, generous, kind, and rather fragile person.
Way back in the early 90s I listened to GLR a lot and discovered the music of Eric Matthews. Many years later I had the chance to communicate with him on Facebook. He seemed a bit of an arsehole.
I had the same problems when I was working in the entertainment industry. Fab when I was in my clearly defined role, absolutely useless outside of it. I couldn't even get selfies while my contemporaries were merrily getting selfies with them afterwards.
Oh well!
I wouldn't dream of asking for a selfie for myself but my friend wanted a selfie with Romesh Ranganathan and i was quite happy to ask Romesh to do it for him!
When I was 17 ... I saw Magazine on the Real Life tour and they were great. We went backstage after the gig and met the band and got autographs. Dave Formula was particularly friendly and funny. As I collected autographs, I saved the big one till last: Howard - The Most Important Man In The World. I was well stressed as I approached him. He was wearing a Norman Collier cap which freaked me out for some reason. As he signed my gig poster he said something to me and looked up at me waiting for a reply. Of course, I hadn't caught what he'd said and just giggled, said 'yes' in a strained eye pitched voice, and scuttled off for the fire exit and out into a rainy Redcar, with my friends still inside gargling free beer.
Lovely story and very relatable!