Dizzy Gillespie. Way back in high school our school jazz band opened for Dizzy at a festival/contest. I was heading to the rehearsal room and saw our director chatting with him, and the director waved me over and introduced me. He said “Hey man, it’s cool to meet you” and shook my hand.
I died.
No, spending your free time shitting on other people’s efforts for no reason makes you a loser. Doing it anonymously from the shadows (so to speak) doubly so.