The dog barks, and the caravan moves on.
Los Straitjackets used to play occasionally at Wildhare’s Booze & Adventure, a bar I used to own. (I like to say that I used to be the guy that owned Wildhare’s.) At one gig, the band told me that they had to have their own wrestling masks made because the off-the-shelf masks they used to wear were all trademarked. One night while they were playing country music legend Johnny Rodriguez stopped by, and he left before they finished their set. During their break, I told the front man of the band that Johnny Rodriguez had seen them play, and he told me that he knew Johnny Rodriguez, that they worked together on some projects in Nashville, but of course Johnny Rodriguez hadn’t recognized him behind his mask. Funny, huh? When we pretend to be someone else, we lose the benefits of being ourselves.
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