…but my exercise shirt was a hit anyway.
When I first saw this hoodie, my first thought was that its design was a little too bright and bubbly.
An almost periwinkle background? Pink, yellow, and light green lettering in a font better suited to selling cotton candy? Did whoever designed it even listen to the album? Even just once?
Maybe I spent too much time picking out rock t-shirts in head shops on Toronto’s Yonge Street during my misspent youth, but it’s my opinion that prog-rock t-shirts should be black. I think that Wish You Were Here, with its themes of loss and disillusionment with the music industry, is better paired with graphics like those from the video for Welcome to the Machine.
And then it occurred to me: if you were 17 years old in 1975 (when the North American tour featured on the hoodie took place), you’d be 65 years old today. Those bright colors might work better with a retirement wardrobe of golf clothes, cruisewear, and senior chic in general.
Seen last Sunday in Orlando.
Happy anniversary, Anitra! We’re now in “The Ocho!”
“Inside you there are two bears…”
Ms. Crabitha (@APunishedCrab) won the internet that day.
I saw this car going westward on Waters, just west of 275. I saw some small bumper stickers while we were stopped at the red light and inched closer to get a better look.
Smiths sticker? Okay, maybe they have mopey tendencies.
Unabomber sticker? Okay, I’m putting an additional car length between you and me.
Severed head of Yukio Mishima sticker? Okay — I’m putting at least eight car lengths between you and me next chance I get.