#40: I Saw Myself As You Knew Me
I’ve said to myself on a handful of occasions in this lifetime, “I’ll never do that again…” Most details which I needn’t share in this forum, an exception being spending an exorbitant amount on a tee shirt. I used to do this often and the fruits of my ‘investing’ lend themselves to a quasi-impressive collection of vintage concert tee shirts of seminal favorites from the 1970’s and early 80’s . I thought I was finished.
But when my friend in vintage alerted me (and the world, via his blog) to the prize within reach, I knew immediately (a la Wayne Campbell) “It will be mine, oh yes, it will be mine…”
Neil Young and Crazy Horse Rust Never Sleeps Tour shirt, c. 1978
It’s soft as a dream and perfectly worn through– the coveted feel and look that vintage reproduction tees, now pretty much available anywhere, are going for. Though 30 years lends a lot of character to cotton, and there’s nothing like the real thing.
Neil in his suspenders on the 1978 tour (from pro.corbis.com)
Neil Young’s music means so much to me in all its comforts that I’ve practically come to think of the man himself as a dear personal friend— sure, I’m a lunatic. But to reduce my love for his music into a simple sentence would be impossible. That is to say, I truly felt I needed to have this shirt. Plus, it’s a small size, or– what I like to call, in this crazy world of ours– destiny. If I’m destined to have a drawer full of really expensive old tee shirts, why fight it?