A few days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night after a typical dream about being at a party of s-f fans -- and my brain started chewing on the question of what I get out of belonging to science fiction fandom that has made the experience so important to me. Oddly (or not), I didn't think so much about the fanzines or the years of party hopping at convention hotels; but about all of the good panel discussions in the daytime and the good night-time music circles. Something going on there, when things are right, that's hard to duplicate in other places.
I got out of bed at 3AM, went to my computer and googled some Robin Williamson lyrics that I remembered.
"You're one of my kind;
You're an infinite mind."
Lots of baggage about saying that to just anyone, but maybe Robin Williamson gets away with it where Claude Degler couldn't.http://letras.com/incredible-string-band/624995/