I remembered an amusing incident. Gig, Greece, PLUR Festival. The hotel nearby was entirely rented for the artists of the festival, so everyone used their artists’ names for check-ins, not passports as usual. I return from the gig and want to get a key from the room. A dialogue with the girl at the reception:
— A key from room 105, please.
— Sure. Your artist name?
— It’s Daniel...
— No, I mean, your stage name?
— Yes, my artist name is Daniel L...
— No-no, — the girl interrupts me again — you are an artist, right?
— Yes, I am, and my stage name is Daniel Lesden. I make music and perform under this alias.
The girl thought for a moment, a few awkward seconds of silence. I turn my back pointing at my logo on the back of the T-shirt. The girl looks around, holds out the key and hastily apologizes:
— Oh, sorry, I heard many weird artists names this week, but it’s the first time I hear someone with such music using a real name as the alias! That’s so nice!
Yeah, it happens.
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