Remember the first time you looked up and said “Hey, rewind that part, would ya?”

Maybe you liked the beginning. Could be you liked the solo in the middle. Could be you were enjoying every freaking second from start to finish. But you knew that you’d do anything, sell anything, to make a sound like that yourself. Even if you had to give up your very best friend in the whole wide world.

Hendrix kissed his goodbye in a sudden sacrifice. Nirvana seemed to have been a bit more premeditated about it. And nobody ever managed it as well as The Who. People these days understand that when you’re holding lightning in your hands, you gotta put it somewhere.

So remember: you might have an office job, but it doesn’t mean the dream is gone. Just be respectful to your cubicle-mates and don’t crank it higher than 6. Also try not to tie up the copier when you’re trying to make samples of that cool vrrrr noise. Even rock gods have to be polite.

Wear this shirt: around Brian Eno. This is exactly the sort of thing he’d want to try.

Don’t wear this shirt: if you’re a John Hiatt fan. He might not like it.

This shirt tells the world: “I used to like that band you like, but not so much now.”

We call this color: None More Black.

Back to top