Most of the people at the show on Saturday don’t know this (though some do). I had a pants emergency during sound check.

Earlier in the day I was feeling crafty and resuscitated a favorite pair of jeans for the show. Said jeans were suffering from a rather massive hole in a conspicuous place kind of near my right pocket, but not really. Anywho, feeling thematic, I patched it with a hot American flag bandanna. Then during sound check I somehow managed to split the crotch wide open.

Anyone who knows me, knows I am something of a “never-nude,” so this was pretty much my worst nightmare.

But MoMo Demarco, stylist to the not-quite-stars-yet, came through in the clutch and brought me a hot pair of black pinstripe pants. Turns out they were Dylan’s pants. Luckily we are not afraid to share clothes (this is hardly the first time). Its a nice arrangement because we are essentially the same size, though he’s more of an upper body guy and I’m all appendages. Now I have a new pair of pants and there was no danger of a “guest appearance” while I was playing.

Posted on September 10th, 2007 by axewheelder
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