Well, O Nameless Person, I have to admit I was disappointed when I first saw Riders in the Sky on television. They were far too slick for my liking. In person in a small venue, you don't get that "commercial" feel.
OK, time for my Riders in the Sky story. I didn't know anything about them the one and only time I saw them perform; but somehow, my ex and I attended their performance at The Classic Jukebox, a yuppie retro bar in Roseville, California. I made a stop in the rest room before the performance. There was this guy in makeup and white Steston and a pink cowboy shirt at the urinal next to mine, and he made me feel just a bit uneasy. Turns out it was Ranger Doug. I sure hope he doesn't wear clothing and makeup like that when he's not performing.
-Joe Offer-