It's been my practice for many years to write rock gig reviews for various on-line forums (the reviews then end up archived on my web site). I don't have any musical knowledge so I just give my subjective opinion of how the music made me
feel rather than how technically good it was. As I generally only to to gigs where I know I will enjoy the music, my reviews are almost always positive (and tending towards hyperbole).
A couple of years ago, I happened to be talking to two performers after a gig (they were personally selling the t-shirts, the gig being a very small affair with no roadies
), when one of them said, out of the blue, "You're David, aren't you?" and the other chimed in with "Oh, we read all your reviews!"
Memories of all my reviews came flooding back...
Announced my undying love for them? Check.
Promised to follow them to the ends of the Earth? Check.
Actually called one of them "The Divine Angela"? Check
Now
that's awkward!
The next time I sat down to review them, I thought long and hard about what I should write. Knowing they were reading it (and laughing at me?) make me incredibly self conscious.
But censoring myself because I knew they would be reading would be admitting that I had been previously saying things "behind their backs", as it were, and make them seem even worse. (If that makes sense.)
So I wrote a long, gushing, but honest, review of how perfect the singer was and how I would travel hundreds of miles just to hear her...
She e-mailed me to thank me for the nice review
I know that's not really analogous to your dilemma, Tommo, but I felt like sharing