Jul 21, 06 08:48 AM
With Scrap, At the Gap.
Yes, Scrap and I played a set at the Gap on 54th Street last night.
(These pix ganked from listener Stephanie Marie Kubes)
The description in Time Out sounded mildly snarky to me: "Former Soul Cougher plays for free at the Gap." Or maybe I'm being paranoid.
Who cares? I got free pants.
Scrap was jazzed by the weirdness of the setting. They put us in front of a wall of denim. Lots of people there, too.
I'm generally pretty blasé about doing commercial gigs like this; I figure that if Hank Williams spent his career shilling for flour and motor oil on the radio, I can feel good about this. We all live by Hank's example.
Did I mention I got free pants?
I would hesitate to shill for alcohol--that's hesitate, not refuse--I figure I gave enough dough to Jack Daniel, he ought to just cut me a check without requiring my musical services in exchange.
