In 1995, my first South by Southwest, I heard there was a Roky Erikson booksigning at Ironworks BBQ. He'd just had a book of his lyrics published by Henry Rollins' company.
So I walk down there and standing out in the parking lot all alone is none other than Roky. Apparently he'd been inside about ready to sign some books but he got freaked out and bolted.
I said, "Hey Roky, I'm a fan ..."
"I know," he said.
"My name is Steve ..."
"I know ..."
We stand around talking for awhile. He bums a cigarette from a stranger. Austin guitarist Will Sexton walks by and Roky calls out his name, so he stops for awhile.
Then Henry Rollins comes out, gently trying to lure Roky back into the restaurant to sign some books for all the people there. Roky says he can't go back in. Henry finally convinces him to sit inside a car and sign books. "I'll get you some ice tea, Roky ..." he says.
I bought a book and had him sign it. I don't think he ever went back inside.
(Don't have digital images of the photos I took then, but here's one of Roky playing in Austin at last year's SXSW)