I can abide all of it except those dang grandpa sneakers. When I turned 50, my buddies gave me a pair as a JOKE....as a way of teasing ne for getting old. So it isn't just me. White New Balance with the dark blue trim.
Apparently, the got me drunk enough that night that I promised, on camera, that I would wear them to one gig and actually play a song in them. So far I've managed to avoid having to pay up.
Hawaiian shirt? No problem
Shorts at a Hawaiian bar? I can live with that.
Sandals at a Hawaiian bar? Go for n it.
One bass, round wounds, no tort, mixed cabs, scooped tone? *cringe* (vomits in mouth a little) Alright. Fine.
But those dang retirement home sneakers gotta go! Anything but that! My gift pair are still in the box. I wouldn't wear them to cut grass!