I took Orbital to Thailand. In summer 1999, I saw the British techno band perform at the House of Blues and bought one of their “Style” T-shirts. Several months later, on a boat ride off the coast of Thailand, a Dutch tourist wearing the same shirt spotted me, cried “Brilliant!” and we geeked out over our mutual interest for a good half-hour. That’s the story of the only concert T-shirt I still own, and it’s not that good—which is why My Band T-Shirt, a Tumblr blog filled with stories of concert T-shirts and their owners, both pleases and shames me. It shames me because I have never taken a 24-hour train ride across South Africa’s Karoo Desert to see the Rolling Stones, as Ruth Barnes once did. I don’t own a Hole T-shirt that earned me a hug from Courtney Love, as Jonathan Jobson’s did. And I didn’t receive my Orbital T-shirt from a teenage crush, as Jude Rogers came into possession of hers. I confess that I’m envious: I’ve owned some cool T-shirts, but none of them have ever inspired such passion. In any case, the stories behind these concert tees add up to an exciting and previously unknown kind of music writing … and as a bonus, this site reminds me of the Veruca Salt shirt I once owned, and the special hell it went through.
Best of the City 2016
Our seventh annual celebration of all things Las Vegas, from the best place to fix your speeding ticket to the best Bloody Mary.