This song title is not a reference to the state Montana, but the Mexican boot maker Montana. In 1994 we performed in Mexico City, in Guadalajara City and in Leon. We had a day off in Leon and were given a tour of the Montana boot factory and later in the day we visited the Mummy Museum in Guanajuato.
Two memories stand out:
At the Montana factory I was told I should pick out a pair boots for myself – a gift from the owners. Not wanting to grab a very expensive pair, and not liking the “louder” boots anyway, I selected a simple brown pair of boots that I thought were beautiful and practical. The owner of the company congratulated my on my selection and explained that this was actually one of their more expensive boots due to a new way to work the leather. Oops! I still have those boots. They fit perfectly and are very comfortable. They are a little more worn on one side from shifting my Harley.
While most faces at the Mummy Museum seem like normal death faces, there was one that looked quite horrific. Apparently the person had appeared dead and was burried – alive. The horror visible on the face was from the person coming to and trying to claw her way out of the grave, which was closed with bricks and mortar. I seem to remember it was a female corps and she had simply run out of air in that grave. All of her finger nails were broken. Aren’t you glad you asked, Eric?