Dylan has still this relentless thing for t-shirts that are funny or artistic or ridiculous. I love to see him in printed ties and button ups but the boy never irons or has time to do things like laundry so he basically just keeps rotating between his favourite Ts. Some of these t-shirts are very recognizable in brightness or design so in photographs Dylan can come across as wearing the same thing on repeat. He got a picture with a happy fan once in one of his favourite t-shirts and then when he passed through that city half a year later, the same fan got another picture taken with him and brought her face back into a smile once she got over the disconcerting fact that Dylan was wearing the same damned T.

Fast forwarding to around now, Dylan keeps wearing his favourite long leather shorts from Japan with this amazing reversible Japanese silk gangster jacket I scored for him somewhere. He changes his t-shirt daily but the long leather shorts and the Japanese jacket are so memorable and eye-catching it does come off like the man’s outfit is impervious to change. One of the straight white male crew members made a friendly remark concerning this, Dylan maintained neutrality while we grinned. Some of the shows are several hours drive apart so many of the more passionate fans follow the tour and attend successive bookings. At one show I was present for, I overheard a surprised fan whisper to another, “ill.Gates still hasn’t changed!” I laughed privately to myself and later said, “Darling if even wild-eyed drunken male teenaged fans notice you’ve been wearing the same damned thing for days, something’s gotta give.”

In other words it’s time to get that sweet motherfucker some new badass threads. He has plenty now already but digging them out from his neglected suitcase shoved way and deep into the back of the bottom of the bay of a bus is apparently too effortful and lacks in thrill. Life on the road right. Less fresh on the flesh and a little more strife without the wife.