Shane, do you still have my shirt?
I feel this is both the time and the place to relate my first experience seeing Shane and the Popes. LA, House of Blues, sometime in the mid-1990's. Special guest-star James Fearnley was called to the stage and in my exuberance, I removed my t-shirt and tossed it at Shane. It landed at his feet. He didn't notice, I'm sure. I enjoyed the rest of the evening, but when the lights came on, I was in a tough spot. I couldn't imagine the indignity of leaving the club without a shirt on. Luckily, an aquaintance happened by and loaned me the flannel he was wearing over his t-shirt. I returned it to him the next day.
I'm older now. And I never miss the moron who would throw things at musicians. I apologize to Shane, James, the Popes and whoever may have been annoyed or inconvenienced by my shennanigans.
Twas' the drink that done it all.

