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To me, grown men wearing shorts if they are not running in a race is definitely not cool!
I think that sounds like a you problem, cool is in the eye of the beholder (audience) and lots of people love to see the wild variation of fashion (or not fashion) styles that have been displayed by professional musicians.
Rock musicians have worn whatever they feel like wearing for at least fifty or sixty years now and all it did was make things less boring....IMO.
Having a job/career as a musician has forever been the remedy for not working a strait job that requires following a lot of rules.
As Homer Simson said... "I'm a rocker, I don't care for rules"
 
one of the best comebacks in Rock (at least music-wise) was the 2000 era reemergence of BOA utilizing their original nickname The Wild Bunch and putting out an LP that represented the old band well, bombast included, and a new millennium of kickass with additions Johnnie on skins, Tommy Bolin's little brother and guitslinger Athas. getting bassist Dirty back aboard made a big difference since his original parts are chiseled in stone. black oak arkansas the wild bunch songs - Google Search
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He had it in the summer of '65, the first time I saw him. I was familiar with river and delta blues from Gas Light Square in St. Louis (lived there from '61 to '64), but electric blues was new to me. I was watching a music special on the Chicago PBS TV channel with Mississippi John Hurt on stage alone, sitting on a chair, playing a resonator. Excellent, familiar music. The second half hour of that show was a teenage Buddy Guy playing lightning fast electric blues. I was hooked. It was that TV show that spurred me to take the train into the city and walk up to Old Town on Wells on 22 Dec 65, looking for some electric blues. That was the night I saw a line of peeps at a club called The Plugged Nickel, got in line and saw Miles Davis...my first experience with jazz. A blind stroke of luck. When I moved to Chicago in '78, I got to visit a bunch of different blues clubs, the Checkerboard Lounge being one of the. Low ceiling. Greasy. Not a particularly safe neighborhood for a white boy like me. But Buddy Guy in his prime! Here's the cover of a great album from that time period.

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