fish nets
you make a snap decision and it turns out to be a fiasco.
this time it was fish nets, lime green, sparkly fish nets. i try them on at a college gig, a fucking college. i’m wearing short shorts, a see-thru skimpy ladies ‘blouse’, gold reflective con- verse all stars and fucking lime green fish nets. if this was a nod to glam, to Bowie, to some consistent ‘look’ maybe i could have cut it. but no, this was a fluke. it came out of left field.
it was right up there with the gold lame pajamas i wore for
an Orchestra Luna show at the Orpheum. the band didn’t get written up, but the pajamas did. ‘jumping around the stage like a hot potato in tin foil’. good going, Berlin. but still, on the top of the embarrassment mountain were the lime green fish nets with my leg hair squirting out between the gnarly threads.
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