Now if I was to give ear to every one who demands my attention I would be swamped (I do...still get swamped because I try)and I do awful when confused.
Sometimes I have to do things to keep the peace in my mind with the world being such a loud place.
people....hmmmm.
I see a lot of people every day and I LOVE them, Nothing is created in a vacuume.
We all need each other, most folks are a delight to talk to!
A select few have no idea how they sound, what else is going on, who they are talking to or anything else.
I call this "I'm the only one I'm aware of disease"...I've had it...I try not to be that guy...I can't afford that guy around me.
In big crowd situations; I have to plan on folks to be predictable...often they give me the door to get out with.
I used to hide a lot during the Clown House days, I found that I could direct traffic from the roof with out getting disturbed, that was cool.
In the end, I crave and need people and without them...theres no need for me thats fer sure!
Last night at the show I was buried in people...boy was I glad to see them.
I was scared that no people would come, it was raining, the day after New Years Eve. and 7pm...thats show time, the venue was almost empty.
A fella names Eddie Ray was sitting in the back, he was waiting to perform after being out of the loop.
He seemed to be a combination of thankful and worried that nobody was there.
I told him that if no body shows up, I'm taking the equipment locker apart and doing some maintenance.
I also told him that the way it goes is that if we are dead at 7 then we will be dead all night or packed by 8.
At 8 or so they started coming in and soon there were so many people I had to hide in the bathroom between segues just to keep the show events in order.
Sometimes I shake hands with some one and say "Glad to meet you", I always double check and make sure I'm not lying.
Actually I'm pretty good at only telling people that I'm glad to meet that I'm glad to meet them.
If I meet some one who is in a car while I'm on foot...sadly I probably won't remember them.
If I meet somebody with a common name like "Brian" I give them another last name so I remember them...
As of now I know a "Brian Starfish", "Brian Paste", "Brian Sheetrock" and "Brian Garcia".
I love it when "Greenbike" (whose real first name is Brian by the way)calls me on the phone because he says "Hi It's me Brian"...and I have no idea who he is.
Greenbike made a wonderful short film about me thats going to be showing this summer I WAS SURE GLAD TO MEET HIM!
If I'm not so glad to meet a person but convention and manners dictate that I must; I shake hands limply and try to meander away.
I know it sounds mean but it's not, I'm just protecting myself from time bandits and verbal confetti-ists.
I'm thinking about this because of one crummy moment last night.
I missed out on congratulating someone on a good job and inviting them back because a moron was giving me a detailed list of whats wrong with his car.
He just wouldn't let go of me (no matter how rude I was)and the dude I was trying to reach got on the bus not knowing how well he did.
Some times when people insist that I speak to them ;I like to answer with another question like "How did you get here" or "did you eat?" If they talk about that it's a set up for me to say "I think I'll get a bite too and walk away.
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