We traveled to Detroit in early '96 for the start of our first so-called tour and upon arriving at the home of our lovely and talented hosts the Trash Brats Ricky Rat presented me with my long-lost stripey jail outfit (which was my stagewear at one time for reasons that seem unclear now). A year earlier we had played a show with the Trash Brats in our then hometown of Bloomington at which I had wisely combatted a serious sleep-deficit by downing a bottle of tequila. Needless to say I lost track of my jailbird suit at some point, but Ricky had been kind enough to grab it for me. I was quite stoned and overjoyed at being reunited with ol' stripey so I decided I would wear it at that night's show with the Brats at Paycheck's. I had sweated the aforementioned bottle of tequila into the suit which then spent a year in a plastic bag, so needless to say it nearly knocked me down when I got it out. We were running late so I cleverly sprayed it down with deodorant and that seemed to do the trick. HOWEVER, we had not even reached the venue when I noticed I was no longer smelling fresh, clean, or inviting and spent the remainder of the evening smelling like a giant gym sock in a hip rock club full of beautiful Detroit rock women . So let that be a lesson for us all, I guess. I should mention that this was before Tom or Scoth were in the band so I have no doubt been outstunk many times over by now.
-Jason Pizzleman