Clothes Whores: Jam Band Edition, Part I
At jam-band shows, people always ask Aaron if he has any molly. This might have something to do with the fact that he goes to neo-hippie concerts like last week’s Widespread Panic show dressed like a lunatic and sucking water from a straw attached to a Camelback.
“I don’t know what molly is — I think it’s Ecstacy,” Aaron grins. When he turns people down, he says, “You should see the dirty looks I get.”
Thing is, Aaron’s been totally sober for a decade now. He just likes to mess with people. Convention calls for looking unconventional at Widespread shows, which Aaron thinks is funny because so many do “unconventional” the exact same way. That’s when Aaron busts out the Farrah Fawcett shirt, mini jogging shorts and sweatbands.
The workout gear serves a purpose besides looking goofy: Aaron dances his ass off at these shows. He’s been a jam-band concert goer since the late ’80s. As the years go by and the fans get younger and younger, he says he catches suspicious glances from kids on the dance floor. “I tell ’em, ‘Just watch me dance and tell me if a narc can dance like that.'”
