A drummer friend of mine (illustrious and professional jazz drummer) ran into Ginger at a music store sometime in the early '90s. He first saw an old man quietly looking at gear, then realized who he was and gingerly (pun intended), very carefully approached him to say hello and "thank you." Ginger turned out be very kind with him, and they had a good, lengthy drum-centered conversation. I think as long as he felt respected, and the other person had a clue, he was fine. If my friend had said, "Hey everyone! Look who's here! Ginger Baker!! Next to John Bonham, the best drummer in heavy rock!", Ginger would have punched him.