Thursday, June 19, 2008

Goodbye to My Youth

So, I'm in the midst of chopping up a Rubbermaid totebox of old t-shirts. They are intended to become a t-shirt quilt, which I hope doesn't look too "kountry krafty".
Things are going fine, until I get to my Lollapalooza tee from 1991. *massive wistful sigh*
So many great memories! Freakin' Jane's Addiction from 20 feet away! Stupid boys Lexi and I went with! WEARING A DRESS IN A CROWD. 'Nuff said.

I'm wistful because that experience still seems so fresh to me, to be excited about:
1. seeing bands (even though I haven't seen a live band in like 2 years),
2. to be excited about cute, albeit stupid, boys (even though my 3rd wedding anniversary was yesterday)
3. to be looking forward to going to college in a Big City (Boston, baby!)
4. Life (even though I am about to get an HSG exam, which I will let you Google yourself)

I also sacrificed my ANCIENT U2-Boy t-shirt. That sucker was HUGE! Why did I think it looked okay? It would fit a family of four easily, yet I surely wore it. Tucked in, possibly tied in a knot...ugh...
I bought this shirt at Rice's Market, which was/is a giant flea market that my great-great grandfather, A.L. Rice, started eons ago in Solebury,Pennsylvania. He was named after Abraham Lincoln, btw. I was probably with Lexi and/or my brother when I bought it. I am mildly ashamed to say that it was originally tie-dyed, but had faded and then I dyed it pale green.

Regardless of the shirt's history, this album is one of my All Time Favorites. So gritty and raw, and Bono's head wasn't the massively inflated solar system it is today. In fact, the first song on"The Gold Album" by The Bouncing Souls, starts off with the same sounds as "I Will Follow", breaking bottles and whatnot.

Lex, this shirt's for you!
Upper Hand was a cute local hardcore band from Doylestown, PA. I tried to find a link, but the only one that looked promising was to some Warminster band's Myspace page. It involved a lot of black hoodies and screaming, so I spared you the emo angst.
The writing on the right shoulder is where...ahem....I had one of the members sign my shirt.....Ah, those Perkins' nights!
That's all for Memory Lane. Back to the scissors.

1 comment:

Alexis said...

Oh the memories of t-shirts. If only they could talk, best that they don't actually. I must say your UpperHand shirt looks tons better then mine which I have hidden in my sock drawer so Jay doesn't throw it away. He's a little grossed out by it's condition of fallen apartness. But I love it so. That 1st Lolla was seriously so much fun it doesn't feel like 17 (oh my gawd really?) yrs ago. So Jealous of the garden, I think I actually my killed a rhododendron this year. How does one do that? But the inpatients and violets are thriving under my city thumb.