My Concert T-shirt   3 comments

Has anyone seen the L’Oreal T-shirt commercial making the rounds on TV. No, let me re-phrase that  – the skin care company isn’t selling T-shirts these days, they’re still pushing young-looking skin. The commercial points out how wearing one of your old concert t-shirts can give your age away.  It certainly hit home. It even sent me searching through my t-shirt drawer for

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The reason I had to search is that I never wear it because……because. Well, keep the premise of that commercial in mind. One picture is worth a thousand words, or in this case one T-shirt.

As if the date didn’t give away the fact that the shirt is 35 years old, take a look at the price of the tickets?

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But wait, there’s still the story of what I had to go through to get the tickets. Hint – it involved starting the car. But for those not yet born on that day, let me describe what life was like before Stub Hub and Ticketmaster. Hell, before there was an internet!

It was about 9:30 AM or so when the phone rang – the kitchen phone on the wall – before there was such a thing as a cell phone. It was the man to whom I used to be married. His boss had just received a call from his daughter who had  a summer job at KOME, the rather edgy local San Jose FM station. Nope, no such thing as Pandora or streaming. It was either  AM or FM. (as in radio!) But back to the story….. Said daughter had just gotten the word tickets for the upcoming Stones convert would be  going on sale at Tower Records at 11. The limit would be 6 tickets. He wanted to know if I could  take some cash out of a dresser drawer (sigh, nope, no ATM’s yet) and dash down to Tower Records which was in Campbell, about a 20 minute drive as the crow flies from our apartment in Los Gatos. I could and I did!

With plenty of time to spare I got on the relatively short line of people outside the door and chatted amiably with a woman ahead of me, as the line steadily grew behind us and snaked around the corner. Yes, fancy that – talking to a stranger. Remember – no cell phones, no texting!

 

Well I bought my limit of six tickets and we sold the other four tickets to friends (at face value, no scalpers, we) and a happy time was had by all.

In writing this I realize that 35 years was a really relatively short period of time for life to change as much as it has, thanks to technology. Or no thanks to technology depending on how you feel about the turn life has taken.

I also realize that that  T-shirt is the  oldest article of clothing I own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3 responses to “My Concert T-shirt

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  1. Wow, reading this was like taking a walk down memory lane! I love how you ‘spot lighted’ each technological change since that day.. Today’s young folks would be lost if they were suddenly transported back to the 70’s and 80’s, wouldn’t they?
    It’s amazing that you still have that t-shirt, too! I’ll bet it’s worth more than you paid for it 🙂
    Hope your summer is going well…We’re still busy, but winding down, thank goodness!
    Take care, Kathy

  2. No chance of me going to that concert, since the Rolling Stones never made it to Canada (but don’t quote me, I’ve been wrong before!) I love to read about people going down memory lane—so glad I’m not the only one! That T-shirt seems to be in mint condition.Good for you for looking after it!

  3. You struck a chord with T-shirts. I keep two shirt for old-time’s-sake. One is from a 5 mile memorial race I did in Staten Island in 1989 and one was received after swimming 100 miles at Club Fit. They are precious to me.

    Susan Schefflein

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