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It's a running joke in my band that no one ever recognizes me. For instance, I was sitting at our merch table after a performance, and a guy came up, talked to a couple of the other members, asked for autographs on the CD he'd bought, and got a weird look on his face when I grabbed the CD and proceeded to sign it. "Oh, I thought you were one of the band member's dad." I circled my name on the back of the CD, for emphasis.
Another time, a couple of guys came up to one of the guitarists (very recognizable) and me and started talking to us. It was mentioned that I was in the band too, and he said, "Oh, right, you're the singer. Yeah, good job." We're an instrumental band.
I have dozens of these stories. I'll admit that I do a bad job of cultivating an image. I sometimes have a beard, sometimes don't, wear glasses all the time *except* when I'm on stage, I lost like 50lbs between two major appearances, so there's no telling what I may look like from one time to the next, but I don't think I'm so nondescript that I step off stage to get something out of my bag, then not be allowed back onto the stage because security doesn't believe I'm in the band. That's happened.
A couple of blue haired elderly ladies came up to me after a show in Fort Worth once asking if I was Kenny Rogers. They had show posters and were wanting an autograph. I only barely resembled him, barely, but had a white beard at the time and even though I was playing bass for a country singing rhinestone cowboy and wasn't the front man, I figured I'd not be the one to burst their bubble and
signed, 'best wishes, Kenny'
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There's a clip of him playing bass and singing Ruby with the First Edition. Complete with rhinestones.![]()