Conventions – Vegascon

So, fan conventions.  These seem to be something you either get, or you don’t.  I had several conversations when I can back that were basically explaining to rather puzzled friends that, yes, I travelled 5000 miles to sit in a room watching people talk, get a few pics and autographs and go to karaoke.

And yes, when you break it down like *that* it doesn’t sound like much.  Couldn’t you have done that at home?  (Well, yes, Asylum 16, I’m lookin’ at you!)

The best way to describe it is the high of a concert but spread over four days. I’ve seen my share of gigs over the years, most recently Slipknot in January, and the similarity was clear, especially by the state of my voice after a couple of days!

You spend time with other people who share your passion, you get a chance to see your favourite actors as themselves, and hear them talk about themselves and their lives in a way that is far more candid than any interview ever seems to be.  You get to see them with people you wouldn’t normally associate them with – whoever decided to pair Gil McKinney and Osric Chau was a genius, as they play off each other so well – or doing things you wouldn’t normally expect – again, Gil stood on stage during a panel and sang As Time Goes By without any backing.  Every time I listen, the hairs on my neck stand on end.

The whole thing reminds you they’re real people behind the veneer of celebrity, from Misha tearing up talking about a school teacher who inspired him, to Jeffrey Dean Morgan forgetting his reading glasses and his coffee.  The banter between them even extended across panels – Curtis Armstrong primed us with a fantastic impression of how much Mark Sheppard hates the Beatles, so of course, it had to be asked about at his panel!  Cue a fantastic rant worthy of Crowley himself!  And who can forget Misha giving us all the opportunity to flip off Captain Kirk?!

As for the karaoke, it’s something of a tradition, at least for the Creation conventions, and if you ever get a chance to go, do it!  They alternate between convention goers and celebs on the stage, and you end up seeing things you never knew you wanted to see.  Timothy Omundson singing Let it Go?  Yep.  Monty Python and the Holy Grail singing?  Uh huh, that too.  And the whole crowd singing Carry On Wayward Son, a song with a special place in all fans’ hearts?  Yeah, that’s a hell of a kick!

And THAT was worth travelling 5000 miles for!

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