I get it.
My dad typically wore a beat up straw “cowboy” hat and “cowboy” work boots. The dress hat and boots only showed up for the annual cattlemen’s dinner. He was no poser. Actually rode in the last armed posse in Florida to make a point to some suspected cattle thieves.
Now me on the other hand could be mistaken for a logger on most Saturdays, but observation of my skill set would quickly dispel that perception.
Ron
A little story...
Last Sat. me and my terrible rawk and rolla bandolla played a lost minute show at a local dive bar/club.
I showed up in spenders greasy saw dust covered everything, and my chucks... the rest of the band more or less what they wore mowing the lawn.
The band headlining, and the ones that couldn't seem to find an opening act... showed up dressed in pre ripped pre patched. with custom silk screened skulls and bling, clothes, fake leather, hair die to cover the grey, 2 full bass stacks, 2 full guitar stacks... a massive drum kit, custom banners
Any way, the 4 of em stand around sneering at the "crowd" of about 20, then scream and holler at my band while we play, being more then a little rude, which whatever I'm louder and I don't care anyway.
Anyway I stick around to see what sort of show they plan on putting on, its cookie cutter metal, repleat with posing while screaming perched atop the monitors, excessively fast guitar solos that simply don't belong in the song, pointing into the "crowd" i.e. thin air and just some of the stupidest lyrics that a "metal god" has ever thought of... anybody with any sense went home and got drunk in peace. the rest had to work there
Point of the story, having a cool bitchin image, is meaningless if you can't back it up with action.