Well, a friend sat in for a whole gig on various hand drums, vocals, and misc other instruments. We faced the setting sun at a family friendly community gig, so his situation was obvious. Though I noticed while we were playing, I kept forgetting to tell him between tunes that his fly (zipper) was undone and his rather flesh-toned shirt tail was hanging out of it. It did appear like his privates lacked privacy. I should have told him sooner, but whatever, at least some of the audience was amused. He was not.

Oh well.

Peace, Mooh.