Darwin Deez

my bandmates in birmingham

Darwin is experimenting with various disguises so that he can watch the opening band without getting mobbed, but alas, even when his recognizable curls are tucked beneath his black hoodie, Darwin’s tall lanky form and mustache give him away. At Hare and the Hounds, Darwin took his disguise to the next level and covered his mustache and mouth with a scarf. He looked like a ninja. I went to take a shower a few moments later, and there was Darwin, perched on the closed toilet, peeking outside from below the window shade at the entering crowd.  He was still in ninja garb. Apparently, he had gotten distracted before making it out of backstage. Although I’m not one to shower in front of people, it seemed that our tour had already brought us deep into weird world, so I stripped and stepped under the hot water while incognito ninja Darwin continued to scan the concertgoers. Darwin began doing loopy amateur vocal warmup exercises. I joined him as I scrubbed and shampooed. Our warbly male falsettos bounced off the bathroom tiles. It was my favorite moment of this fall leg of tour, so far.