I was recently asked why I don’t “dress up” for occasions. I didn’t quite know how to answer this on the spot so I thought about it and came up with a few thoughts on this issue. First off, I am not pretentious. I don’t wear clothes to be “cool” or to affect peoples idea of me. I really don’t give a rat’s rear end what you think of me, especially if you haven’t talked to me yet! I judge the person by the person, not by race, appearance or what they wear. When I meet a new person I instantly give them my full respect and would do anything to help them. This usually declines as they open their mouth or act, not always though. It has nothing to do with their appearance. I have met people in jeans who were jerks and guys in slacks who I’d give anything to help if they are in need. I know long haired, sandal wearing hippies who are constitutional patriots and on the other hand, suit wearing Obama voters. I ALWAYS avoid places that require a certain kind of attire. If you are stupid enough to not accept my money, which spends just the same as the next guys, because I am wearing jeans I just go to the next bar and give it to them. I do not hold a double standard either. I invite all, no matter race or attire to my parties. I would never force anyone to wear a certain kind of clothing to an event I plan. This goes from a bar-b-que I throw to my own funeral when that occurs. Clothes do not mean respect! Not to say I would go to a family reunion in grease stained jeans and a wife beater tee shirt. I am also not saying that I don’t own a suit and never dress up, there is a balance. I have been known to throw on a suit and tie behind the drums on stage for fun. If I come to your party in a suit you caught me on a suit day, good for you. That sucker will be untucked and my tie in my pocket in an hour though.

                                                                                                                    Thank you, Paul “The Brew”