Anyway, there we were in the green room at the Berklee Performance Center a few years ago, waiting to take the stage for a KCB reunion concert, and I, having developed a strange interest in nice suits, thought I was speaking with just the right person. After all, Evan plays gig after gig, which gives him the opportunity to exhibit a nice variety of sartorial splendor....
"Where do you buy your suits?" I asked him. Evan shocked me by saying that he only had one, the one he was wearing - a modest black suit.
"OK, then, where do you buy your suit?" I said. We both laughed and he explained that he'd gotten it many years ago at Keezers, the place where local musicians buy inexpensive black suits.
I think there's something to be learned here, but I haven't learned it. I want to buy a new suit, and I already have a few. But Evan, a life-long, well-known, in-demand, extraordinary musician only has one. Just one suit - to wear in Melbourne, to wear in Cracow, to wear in the function hall at Temple Beth El, to wear at Ryles. One suit that's heard a dazzling variety of music, and seen a thousand places. One suit!