The Medusa Fora

Mine was;

"Hi, I'm a huge fan and it's really great meeting you"

oh i get so tongue tied and giddy--so nervous!!!!

carmens827 wrote:oh i get so tongue tied and giddy--so nervous!!!!

Yeah i know what you mean. I was very nervous.

it's what I didn't say... why didn't I ask Jem to sign the CD copy of DM Bob and Country Jem I'd just bought?! I did get to talk to Philip some, and wish Spider a happy birthday.

territa wrote:it's what I didn't say...

Yeah well i suppose when you think back on it afterwards there is always something you realise you could of said/asked/commented on etc.

Oh well

Ahh, the regrets. Looking back an realizing that perhaps saying "I bought a pair of your underwear on eBay" wasn't the best ice-breaker. The realization that asking "is there just a bowl of acid tabs or X or something back here I can help myself to" might give the wrong impression.

In hind-sight there were several things that, perhaps, would have been better left unsaid.

I once saw a listing in the local paper that Chuck Berry was playing the Chicago Rock Cafe in Northampton, 10 miles down the road from me. now the rock cafe is the kind of place that normally puts on stuff like "SIMPLY THE BEST" - A TRIBUTE TO TINA TURNER" or whatever, so i rang them and sure enough, it was the real Chuck doing the gig. so i went along, Mr Berry played a great set of 45 minutes or so, and at the end of the gig was heading right past me with his minder on the way out.
Realising that this was probably the only time i'd ever come face to face with an authentic 50's rock'n'roll legend, i decided i should probably mark the moment with a well chosen phrase.
sadly, i couldnt think of one, so blurted out "I LOVE YOU CHUCK" to the man and recieved a bemused look from him and the biggest scowl i've ever seen from the minder who immediately hurried him to the relative safety of the streets of northampton.

well i once went to see DONOVAN about 13yrs ago and not knowing what he looked like in recent yrs cuz i only had seen photos of him from the 70's i ended up going up to someone i thought might be him and asking for an autograph. boy was my face red when the gentleman standing before me says "who might you think i am?" and i say "donovan?" and he says "nope". forget that i asked the real donovan when i did see him---i wanted to crawl under a table and hide......

jaffa wrote:forget that i asked the real donovan when i did see him---i wanted to crawl under a table and hide......

Bah!

If we're just on the topic of making arses of ourselves - About three years ago i was visiting the place where I grew up. Saw a middle-aged person who I thought I knew. When I had known him his name was Robert, but he was transgendered and she is now known as Roberta.

I walked up to this person and said "Roberta! How are you?"

The person looked at me for a moment and said "I'm not Roberta."

Rushing through my mind was that horrible moment of What's The Worst Thing I Just Did: "Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I just told a middle aged woman that she looks like a slightly balding transgendered woman. Wait! Crap! I just told a slightly plump middle-aged man that he looks like a woman! Crap!"

Then the person said "But thank you! She's beautiful! I wish I looked as good as she does!"

After a few minutes of awkward conversation more I was able to establish that this person was ALSO a middle-aged transgender woman, so the overall faux pas was not nearly as bad as I thought. But still ... crawl under table time.

well, maybe it's for the better that you had left that place, DzM...

I saw indigo swing a couple of years ago supporting brian setzer orchestra. I didn't know them but immediatly LOVED them. The stand up bass player was really playing wild!
The only thing I could think of asking him when I met him after the show was, when he went to the beach, the ladies didn't think it strange his right arm mussels were much bigger than his left ... Still don't know if it was my poor english why he didn't react to that...

fluke wrote:The only thing I could think of asking him when I met him after the show was, when he went to the beach, the ladies didn't think it strange his right arm mussels were much bigger than his left ... Still don't know if it was my poor english why he didn't react to that...

Maybe you’ve hit his tender spot – maybe ladies do mind that he breeds sea animals on his muscular arms.

DzM wrote:If we're just on the topic of making arses of ourselves

I went to see my wife's doctor, really a nurse practitioner, and before I left, my wife asked me to find out when thie lady was planning to come back from her maternity leave, as she was getting close to her due date. (wow... that was a long sentence) So, I went, and as she was going over my records I asked her. She stopped and looked at me and informed me that she was not pregnant and that I must be asking about so-and-so. She was ..... large. We did our best to ignore the mistake.

On the topic of fans and idols. I'm a fan of the music, of the scene, and of the talent. These are people. I have no idols. I find it hard to walk up to just about any stranger. If a stranger walks up to me and engages me, I find it odd. Drink helps, I suppose, but only if both parties are imbibing. I don't know what I would say other than the obvious, hey I liked the show.

On the last Pogues tour, in Brixton, I found myself standing opposite a Mr. Fearnley. I shook his hand and said hello and then for some reason started going on about how shit the sound in Glasgow's Carling Academy is. What's worse is I think he might have mistaken what I was trying to say for something more like "you played badly in Glasgow". It was like watching myself being part of a car crash. In slow motion.