Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Month: March 2016 (Page 19 of 25)

I’ll Roll Up My Shirt-Sleeves And Take My Best Shot

Possible T-Shirt Ideas: a draft.

If it’s a draft, then why are you bothering the nice people with it?

You and I both know there’s gonna be a half-decent dick joke or two in here.

Your threshold of quality is industry-leading.

Well: hey, man. Hey. Whoa. Hey.

Yes?

I have no argument: I just need you to stop being mean to me.

When the student is not wrong, then the student is not beaten.

You’re not a Buddhist.

My participation in an ethos has nothing to do with my acceptance of said ethos. I’m not really a joiner.

May I get on with it?

Try not to strain yourself.

Before I so rudely interrupted myself, I was saying – T-Shirt Ideas:

  • TotD logo. (I’m getting to it, I’m getting to it.)
  • TotD logo with a clever and pithy piece of writing, most probably containing the phrase “semi-defunct choogly-type band.”
  • (Wait: a t-shirt with “Grateful Dead /ˈgrāt-fəl ded/ proper noun – A semi-defunct choogly-type band.” would be awesome and I would buy that. Okay, someone remember that.)
  • Plain black and I’ll say it’s in honor of Garcia.
  • Oh, they did that?
  • In their defense, it came with a remastered Jerry Band show from ’81 with Phil on bass.
  • But still.
  • Snake T-shirt.
  • Madonna shirt.
  • Shirt made from different fabrics that argues with itself.
  • One of those mesh jobbies that dudes who hung out in parking lots in the 80’s wore, with a peeling applique of chubby 1984 Phil on the front.
  • Pictures of Billy and Mickey, but they’re printed under the armpits so if you have your hands in your pockets, you can walk right through customs; but raise ’em in the air, and everyone will know you don’t care.
  • Promotional shirts from Little Aleppo: Creepy Ernie’s, Big-Dicked Sheila, those other stores I lost interest in quickly. (Good Idea #2.)
  • Wall of Sound 2016. (Good Idea #3, but I gotta get on that pretty quickly.)
  • Shitty tour shirt from a shitty tour in a shitty year, but it costs $420.
  • What if the garment were made from spaghetti and meatballs, so if a survival situation broke out, you could eat it?
  • What if the shirt were trousers?
  • What kind of things could I say about Jeff Chimenti on a t-shirt before the authorities got involved?
  • There’s a glut of Garcia merch, but not much Vince stuff; maybe that’s a niche I could exploit.
  • Speaking of Garcia, how about a shot of him with “Harry Mendoza Forever” in a cool, retro, hippy font underneath?
  • Fuck it: Harry Mendoza is Good Idea #4.
  • I did not expect my ideas to be so good that they would need to be capitalized, but there you have it.
  • Magic Eye print, which forces people to stare at your chest for a long time. (This is for perverts, but perverts are people, too, and I’ll sell them bullshit if they want to buy it.)
  • Precarious Lee will make his debut, I would assume. (Good Idea #5.)
  • I’m not sure whether technology has gotten here yet, but I will see if you can put a GIF on a shirt, and if you can:
  • bobby monkey comb
  • With, like, “Weir Here” under it.
  • You’d buy that.
  • You’d buy the fuck out of that.
  • I don’t think you can engiffinate a garment, though, but I’ll google it.
  • There will be no tie-dye, I need to make that crystal clear upfront: you can do what you want with your wardrobe, but I won’t be associated with hippie camouflage.
  • Billy’s face, but his name spelled with only one “n” and you have to find him and wear it in front of him.
  • Group shot of Dead & Co, but Oteil is misidentified as Branford Marsalis. (I’ll sell you this shirt, but you can’t wear it; just buy it and put it right up in the Problem Attic.)
  • Obscure Dead bullshit: Club Front staff shirt, Mickey and the Hartbeats ’68 Tour shirt, Ned Lagin Fan Club shirt, “Lenny Hart is my Accountant” shirt.
  • This:
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Thoughts On T-Shirts Without Research

  • They do not have sleeves, but sometimes they do.
  • You should probably bring a jacket.
  • You cannot wear one to Nancy Reagan’s funeral.

Excuse me.

Dude, did you just unilaterally drop the post out of Bullet Points? You don’t have the authority to change formats like this.

Shut the fuck up.

We both need to turn our keys at the same time.

That scene never made any sense. It was in a bunch of movies.

Huh? The key thing is a smart idea. That way one guy can’t blow up the world. It takes two guys to blow up the world.

No, not that: the scene. One guy would always refuse, and the other one yells.

It’s dramatic.

Right, a nuclear launch isn’t enough. Good point. And then?

The recalcitrant soldier gets a gun pointed at him.

But he still won’t turn the key. And then what happens?

The first guy shoots the second guy for not turning the key.

WELL, HE’S SURE AS SHIT NOT GONNA TURN THE KEY NOW, IS HE?

Never thought of that.

It’s a dumb scene.

It’s in a bunch of movies.

I believe that movie studios were federally mandated to include that scene in every third release in the 80’s.

Sure. Okay: why did you interrupt me?

Because you were fucking around and wasting people’s time; you have neither thoughts on t-shirts, nor is it a subject where your pitiful education will lead to laughs.

Oh, but I know truly nothing about t-shirts.

No one does. There’s nothing to know. It doesn’t have a collar. Used to wear them under shirts. Now they are the shirt.

T-shirts got a promotion.

No, society became sloppy and convinced that comfort was more important than dignity.

I’m certain t-shirts have a powerful and fascinating history.

They don’t, and even if they do: there’s not enough time. There’s just not enough time for a re-assessment of t-shirts. You only get so much time on earth. They’re short tunics with corporate logos on them. Move on.

Aw.

There’s just not the raw material for a Without Research post.

Ah, but I was planning on winging it and making puns for a few hundred words, then going off a tangent about the time Bobby became a Swiss citizen by accident.

Please, no.

Fine.

There’s one other thing.

The other shirt drops.

I was going to do a whole “Dead Hardy” post–

It wasn’t that clever.

–so I went looking for ugly Dead shirts and then I started thinking about Dead shirts.

Mickey?

Funny. Here’s the thing: we are definitely going to sell t-shirts.

It’s been so long since I silk-screened.

You’re adorable. The innnertubes makes t-shirts now.

How about that.

You upload an image to a site and they sell the sucker for you.

Uncanny.

They call that disruption.

Of course they do. So let’s slap a Stealie on a shmata and make a few bucks.

Yeah, nah. People already have those and I don’t want to sell those. Plus, you have to order 50 at a time or so; if the shirt’s boring then there’ll be a pity sale or two, but you know what they say about fooling all the people all the time.

It can lead to the White House?

Nicely done.

Then what’s going on the shirt?

Oh, I had many ideas. Probably be the next post.

Really? Maybe throw a picture in to break up the monotony of you?

Sure.

Great.

No Shirt-ee, Bob

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I’m sure you can also buy this t-shirt, but I’m not going to help you do it.

How come you can see through Bobby’s skin, but not his beard?

Bobby’s beard is made of lead.

Didn’t know that.

Learn something every day.

Sure. We should sell t-shirts.

There’s very little more American than selling a commemorative t-shirt.

A commemorative t-shirt with a misspelling on it.

Yeah.

Jesus, that’s hideous.

The Bobby thing?

Yeah. Looks like an ugly woman’s abortion.

It’s the hippie version of an Ed Hardy tee.

Dead Hardy.

Nice one.

I try.

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