As long as people buy the records, go to the concerts and have sycophants and defenders, the artist can behave as he pleases, it would seem. Does not guarantee personal happiness by any measure, tho. Very often, famous performers seem very edgy, like an alcoholic craving getting through the afternoon to make it to the bar. Or they are just dying to be around a select few familiar faces only (who they can presumably trust), similar to what Zub alluded to.
But I do think people should be aware that stage door encounters often leave mis-impressions. I generally avoid them, even when I would like to meet the artist because you often won’t really “meet” them. From the other side, I have enjoyed the compliments after shows and such but often everything is in such a rush that your usual niceties get pushed a bit. But there is only so much meaningful human interaction possible when you tell somebody they are great, over and over again. Things sour quickly.
The existence of days or week long festivals gives the more accurate impression to me. Too bad about that guy. In fact, too bad about anybody who no longer enjoys their work and the opportunities that arise from it. (I’d love to spend a week with Janice, nyuk.)
Once somebody is very famous, the best thing to do is leave ‘em alone, unless you are actually introduced to them or put in a social interaction where you have some necessary interaction. We have a lot of very famous people runnin’ around the Bay Area, especially Berkeley and SFO. I don’t give 'em a second glance, and they don’t want or need it from me. But the vibe gets weird. I was at a show in SF where Robin Williams was in the audience. During the intermission in the lobby, there was like this halo around the guy. The distance was all the people who wanted to look but were too cool to say anything, Then a few would penetrate the perimeter and tell him he was great. The whole thing was very uncomfortable. If I was him, I might have wanted to bolt or hide somewhere. Imagine going through that, day after day.
In an ideal world, people would be completely consistent in their interactions with everybody and untransformed by fame. I wish…