We ended up hiring one of their friends to work security for us, an ex-wrestler known as Herman the German. Herman was a sweet guy with an almost impenetrably thick German accent. One day, Daron couldn’t find the black leather pants that he liked to wear onstage, so Herman was running around the backstage area in a frenzy, going room to room, yelling “Whegh argh Daron’s lazer pants?!”
