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For many years I wore my Ramones “Rockaway Beach” t shirt. It wasn’t anything too special in appearance, but it evoked memories of seeing the Ramones at a small club in Texas. So small in fact that there was no stage, but a velvet rope separated the band from the audience and I was standing right next to that rope only a foot or two from Joey and Dee Dee.
Enjoyed the show and escaped to the parking lot only to find one of my side mirrors broken and blood splattered across the hood of my Samurai. Guess someone was having a bad hair day. But I digress.
The crux of the matter is, what happened to my Rockaway beach shirt? And all my favorite t-shirts? I’ve fluctuated between having only tshirts and having hardly any t shirts worth wearing – nothing of interest anyway. A plain t-shirt is pretty much boring isn’t it? Or it’s classy. Not thinking I want to be either of those necessarily.
But the Rockaway Beach t shirt is gone. Gone to T shirt Hell perhaps, or more likely just worn to bare threads and discarded. But I have no memory of throwing it out. Or my old Scorpions t shirt. Man I loved that t shirt with Klaus leaning over the mic and glaring (positively glaring) at anyone who dared to make eye contact.
Concerts come and go and so do t shirts I guess.
Facing facts I know that many of my old favorites just probably fell apart from being worn way too often. But I still wonder, did I give those to goodwill during a purge? Could they have fallen into a crack or been stolen?
Now that I am thinking about it I am pretty sure I lost that Scorpions t shirt on the Salt River when I was tubing. Lost is the wrong word. I “traded” t-shirts with a pretty girl floating the river. In my head I was going to see her topless (that was the point of the trade) but she did one of those girl tricks and managed to get my shirt while retaining hers. Kind of like someone taking off their bra through contortions while leaving their shirt on. Woman magic. Houdini would be proud, and his brother Hardini would be jealous.
I used to have a home-made Clash sweatshirt, but that’s another story…
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