There was a panel on filk and while the discussion went on, one of the panel members said that to me.
Well, duh ... and wrong all at the same time.
I've talked a lot about my place in SF as a songwriter. I don't write science fiction songs, I don't write fantasy songs, I have written very little that could be called filk.
I write about a condition, and being of the fannish persuasion, that is a part of my condition. I write about dislocation, being an outsider, a certain loneliness, and a certain wise-ass-ness that exists so gloriously in fandom.
One of the things I found a couple years ago, folks who go to cons tend to get my songs. They get my jokes. I don't have to edit. I can use a phrase like "enough curves to make Rubens blush" and ... as the old song goes ... the little girls understand. So do the boys for that matter (but let's not get off on a rant about the wonders of fannish women). I can use the word decolletage in a song and most of the room knows what I am talking about (and let's face it boys, that is one ... or is it two, great reasons to go to cons, but I digress again)
But there are still folks who don't, or won't, get the connection.
It dosnt bug me very often, but it certainly bugged me today, more because I didnt have a chance to make my point as to WHY I play at cons.
more later, I have a panel in a few minutes