It's a pretty small venue, and there was apparently another, much louder band downstairs. Still, it was a great show. Thomas (and I think I can call him Thomas, because, uh, he doesn't read this and thus can't complain) really does have the funk.
It was pretty strange to watch him up on stage, with hundreds of adoring fans, because, you know, I've met him and talked to him a couple times. It's not like I'd pretend he's my friend; in fact, if anything, I'd say he probably finds me kind of annoying, since every year I try to start conversations with him at TED and he's always trying to escape to the other side of the room. (I'd like to point out, in his defense, I'm usually kind of drunk and my conversations are all, like, "Hey, ever think about making more music?" which I'm sure he never gets.)
So I thought about that tonight, as I swayed to his phat beats and clapped and hollered myself hoarse... here I am, enjoying myself to the tunes by someone who I actually know doesn't particularly like me. Ok, that sounds conceited, let me back up a bit.
My friend Mike said something really smart about someone we know who acts irrationally a lot: "Remember, he's the star of his movie." Each of us is. We have a movie of our lives going on in our heads, and we're always the star. I'm Peter in Family Guy, not Quagmire. I'm Samuel L. Jackson in every movie he's ever made, and Michael Caine in every movie that's left. I don't understand why I don't always get the girl and solve the crime, because I'm the star, dammit.
I think when we worship celebrities it's because we think, "Damn, I could hang with him! He'd like me! We'd have some beers, talk about chix..." But what do you do when you've met the celebrity and he pretty much was nonplussed with you?
Don't get me wrong... it's totally his or anyone else's right to not like me. I'm not mad at him about this. It just leaves me in this odd situation -- here's a person I've worshipped forever; how do I reconcile that with his disinterest once I've met him?
My favorite bit from the movie "Adaptation" was where the neurotic twin tells the fat twin how the girl that the fat one had had a crush on in high school always laughed at the fat one behind his back... the fat one said, "I know." Why did you continue to love her, then? The answer, and I have to paraphrase, was that his love wasn't contingent on it being returned; because that's not love.
So, Thomas Dolby rocked. And I enjoyed his show, and thought he was awesomely cool. And, sure, there's part of me that still thinks, if I really got to know him, he'd want to hang with me.
But, if not, that's ok. He's allowed his privacy. I'll still go to his concerts, because he's a great musician, and he speaks to me, and that's what matters.