Tour Diary #2
Mountain West-Southwest
Post-show in Austin, a buff, tan 23-year-old man in moss green overalls comes up to me: “Man, you sound great, how long you been playin’ that thing?” “That thing?” I ask. “Yeah, what is that, a cello?” I realize he thinks both that I’m Aaron and that Aaron’s bass is a cello. Aaron and I are often mistaken for one another, this is forgivable; but I would have hoped he would know what instrument Aaron was playing, given that someone else in the crowd shouted “SLAPPA DA BASS, MAN!” no fewer than three times throughout the evening
