Currently, I have two fashion rules:
1.) Raid boyfriend’s closet.
2.) Continue childhood goal of becoming a rock star.
At 8 years old, I wanted to be Jerry Lee Lewis. At 11, Michael Jackson. Then, for some terrible, terrible reason, Elton John dictated my prepubescent years (thirteen is the year I learned want “dyke” means). In my late teens, it was the era of David Byrne, which has continued to shine brightly for the past twelve years. Occasionally I’ll fall in love with another (Warren Zevon, for example) and most recently, I’m fixated on The Replacements (where are the woman?!)
Um, how excited are you that The Replacements are semi-reuniting this year? I would make the trek to Chicago/Denver/Toronto to see them if I didn’t think they would mostly argue onstage.
I was a wee one when The Replacements had their heyday, so I’m kind of late to the game. These past few years have been an awakening in 80s alt-rock and luckily for me, Geoff has a plethora of enviable concert tees of all genres from his teen days (Huey Lewis,The Stray Cats, Siouxsie Sioux, The Ramones, the list goes on). Unluckily for Geoff, I sneak these tees out of his closet when he’s not looking. Over-sized concert tees never really look sexy- unless they’re ripped to smithereens- but it’s more about representin’, right?
This tee is from The Replacements’ ’89 concert tour of Don’t Tell a Sell. Geoff said the concert he went to had a small turnout and they were booed for their bad behavior.
Rock n’ roll 4ever!
Though I’m lapping up every The Replacements album with fervor, my current jam is Alex Chilton from Pleased to Meet Me.
Start your day off right: