Let the Music PlayThursday, August 24 2017
#TBT to an afternoon (not so) long ago.
You are wearing a (not so) cool pair of pink corduroy pants (the label doesn’t read Celine) and a worn-out long sleeved t-shirt (the label almost certainly reads GAP), and are sitting in strenuous silence on the floor in the sitting room. There you are, (not so) patiently twirling a bic pen at optimum speed (a skill you have perfected over time, through repeating many a similar song-and-dance — matter of speaking since the music has stopped), desperately trying to refit the reel into a much loved audio cassette.
If you know, you know.
Because to replay my teenage memories, I must rely on the tunes that kept me bouncing around day after day. For Music has always been the reason for getting up in the morning (Sorry Fashion!), and in those days, we were truly loyal: one song, one band, one tape would be on repeat for as long as its reel did not get chewed up by that temporamental cassette player.
The tactile intimacy of physical formats is dearly missed. Getting dressed, however is still very much a thing of the present. Two ideas that I attempted to string together to come up with this keepsake t-shirt, that I designed in partnership with Stine Goya. It records true memorabilia from bygone times.
But the tunes, the tunes will never be gone…
So in the words of my beloved Supertramp:
Ba-ba-ba-dow, ba-bow-dum-doo-de-dow-de-dow, de
Na na na, nana na na na na.
Get my t-shirt for Stine Goya here.