I have "thing" about meeting famous people that goes like this: what's the big deal? For the most part, the famous people I have met have been musicians and being arrogant and big-headed enough to genuinely be more interested the music I and my former bandmates have created (why lie?), I tend to think "so what?". Of course, this may also have to do with the fact that the famous musicians I have met are douchebags like the guys in Alice In Chains or Primus...
With actors I have met, I've felt the same way because to me, acting really isn't all that impressive. It's "pretending" and we've all done that. Frankly, I believe that a good actor is the same as a good liar and who's a fan of a liar?
So, when I met Mike Tyson while standing in line at a shitty sandwich shop in the Phoenix, Arizona airport, I wasn't sure how to react. I had no relative frame of reference for my reaction which went a bit like this:
"You're Mike Tyson. Hey, very cool to meet you." (hand extends)
"Thank you." (Hand is shaken, gripped rather lightly, then released)
I don't know what he was doing, where he was going or anything else. After I shook his hand and stood back in line to get my nasty "sandwich" he was swarmed by a steady stream of individuals (mainly overweight business men) who all wanted to shake hands with the guy who had bitten off another guy's ear. I felt bad for a second thinking that I had unleashed some sort of nightmare of privacy invasion on him but, of course, he would have been spotted and mobbed no matter who the first person was to notice him. Besides which, I firmly believe that tattooing your face is a blatant cry for attention, so. . . there you have it.
Tyson was nice to everyone that wanted to meet him, shook hands with everyone and signed all autographs requested (at least during the 6 minutes I sat near him eating my alleged sandwich). He seemed nice enough, smaller than I would have thought, but menacing at the same time. It was his eyes, they seemed so empty and vacant. Not in a "dumb" or "ignorant" kind of way, but in a way that suggested no one was home and anything resembling life and it's daily actions was simply instinctual. And that sent a shiver up my spine.
http://paniconthestreets.blogspot.com
With actors I have met, I've felt the same way because to me, acting really isn't all that impressive. It's "pretending" and we've all done that. Frankly, I believe that a good actor is the same as a good liar and who's a fan of a liar?
So, when I met Mike Tyson while standing in line at a shitty sandwich shop in the Phoenix, Arizona airport, I wasn't sure how to react. I had no relative frame of reference for my reaction which went a bit like this:
"You're Mike Tyson. Hey, very cool to meet you." (hand extends)
"Thank you." (Hand is shaken, gripped rather lightly, then released)
I don't know what he was doing, where he was going or anything else. After I shook his hand and stood back in line to get my nasty "sandwich" he was swarmed by a steady stream of individuals (mainly overweight business men) who all wanted to shake hands with the guy who had bitten off another guy's ear. I felt bad for a second thinking that I had unleashed some sort of nightmare of privacy invasion on him but, of course, he would have been spotted and mobbed no matter who the first person was to notice him. Besides which, I firmly believe that tattooing your face is a blatant cry for attention, so. . . there you have it.
Tyson was nice to everyone that wanted to meet him, shook hands with everyone and signed all autographs requested (at least during the 6 minutes I sat near him eating my alleged sandwich). He seemed nice enough, smaller than I would have thought, but menacing at the same time. It was his eyes, they seemed so empty and vacant. Not in a "dumb" or "ignorant" kind of way, but in a way that suggested no one was home and anything resembling life and it's daily actions was simply instinctual. And that sent a shiver up my spine.
http://paniconthestreets.blogspot.com
aleksa:
Huh, I wondered if that tattoo was fake.