Shirt: Violent Femmes - US/CAN tour ‘91
Source: part of me sometimes forgets how much i really enjoy an album or band until a break out a shirt of my closet put it on and then walk into my office here. I sit down and put on a record of that band (I’m just giving you a mental walkthrough of my process here). So first i go into the daunting process of walking into the closet which is like walking into a giant record store wanting to buy an album but not sure what i want. so i wander. i flip through piles of shirts thinking no, no , not yet, maybe. then i usually see something that makes me think, OH, oh yeah! then it trips a song sample in my head, a beat or a chorus, then i throw it on. if it still fits that is usually the last deciding factor. a lot of times i will put something on that think, man I’ve gotten super fat or super tall then i realize that before 1999 no one gave a shit about the shape of a shirt. so long at there was a place for arms and an exit at the bottom Inspector 34 would let it slide.
So the Femmes, this band, that one album its fucking classic, timeless, and never seems to loose its charm, for as simple as it is, something about it just really nails so much of everything you go through or think of as a kid/teen/and adult. its timeless material presented in a way that almost hits you like the old school house rock cartoons. only this time its directed at real emotions and or life events. am i wrong here? obi not cause i am writing this, and it is on the internet so it MUSt be fact. in fact just as i typed that last line it became fact. thats how the internet works people. if anyone types after this that I’m a retard that will also become fact too. so be gentle on me i have emotions and feelings just like the rest of you.