People wear band shirts for a lot of reason. For some because it looked good on Ryan Gosling or Kendall Jenner, while for others it's because they are genuine fans of the artist and the music. But how much would you be willing to spend for a simple piece of clothing? A few years ago, someone apparently bought the Sonic Youth T-shirt that Kurt Cobain wore during Nirvana's 1994 Munich concert for $25,000. It is one of the highest recorded publicly purchased band shirt to date. If you have one of these tees hanging around in the back of your closet, you could be in the money. But please, do not wear a band shirt if you don't own at least one of their albums or have never seen them perform live. Save yourself from embarrassment. Anyway, here's some music.
My first apartment was in Malate, and calling it “small” would be generous. I lived there with two girls and one guy, and to this day, I genuinely don’t know how we all fit. It felt like a magic trick. Or a health hazard. We were a musical mess. One roommate lived and breathed ’70s classics. Another was permanently blasting Korn and Slipknot. One survived solely on cheesy love songs. And me? I was floating somewhere between new wave and folk rock, pretending that made sense. Somehow, despite the noise and the chaos, we all lived together in this weird, mismatched harmony. No murders. No lawsuits. A win, honestly. My music taste now is nothing like it was in my twenties. Not even close. But I’ll always be grateful to Jacqueline for introducing me to this song in particular. It was playing when I woke up from a very memorable sleep in 2002. I was 21, half-awake, probably confused about life, and that song stuck. It still hasn’t let go.
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