Happy May 24th, the day the greatest song-writer of all time was born. Today, the amazing Bob Dylan turns 69 years old. Do I really have to go into detailed praise of this man, whom I love so much? Currently I don’t very much feel like needing to prove to you his greatness (if you don’t get it, you are missing out). Let’s skip past all the different musical conversational possibilities when dealing with Dylan, (there need’s to be a Dylan themed ‘Table Topics’ asap); acoustic vs. electric, folk vs. blues, fav live album, fav duet, fav 80s album, Christian Dylan, Jewish Dylan, 2000s Dylan, XM radio Dylan, fav bootleg volume, etc… What I decided to do on this wonderful coffee charged morning, other than listen to his discography in chronological order, is try to find awesome Bob Dylan t-shirts online (that is kind of our specialty). This proved to be a somewhat difficult task. For one, there are way too many cheapster zazzle/cafe press type of shirts out there that makes sifting through the web a pain in the ass… I’d rather make my own t-shirt than waste money on one of these, because despite their cheap quality, I couldn’t even find one that was at least aesthetically pleasing. Finally, I stumbled onto Lucky Brand, quickly remembering a Bob Dylan t-shirt I own from them. It’s not that great, but I am a big vintage concert poster fan. This is the first one I found online, and I think it’s pretty awesome:

It was only I fell in love with this shirt, that I found out that it is a kids size, and out of stock. Don’t you hate it when that happens? However, with the search, Lucky redircted me to this one (get it here):

and this one, you can get here (On sale):

I like both of these. The first with its creative use of the lyrics from Mr. Tambourine Man to create a nice rustic picture (only his shnoz looks a bit Ringo-eque). The second features a faint picture of the later, black shade, afro-sporting, ‘Don’t Look Back’ Dylan. My only beef is that I would rather not see the text of Dylan at the bottom. If you don’t know it’s Dylan, that’s your problem.

I also found this Bob Dylan tee, which I am still unsure of exactly how I feel about, from artiitii.com :

There is also this shirt, from the official Bob Dylan site:

and this one, on which I love the back, but the front completely ruins it (I am really not a fan of that new Dylan ‘eye’ emblem that he uses):

However, the best Dylan tees, in my opinion, are the vintage concert tees, if you want to spend the big bucks, check out some on Ebay . My favorite, having to be:

And so we come to the end of this wonderful Bob Dylan search, and I am still left feeling a bit unsatisfied. I may have missed a cool shirt hiding somewhere on the internet, but in general, the designer iconic rock figure shirt seems to be a rarity, which is really quite a shame. I don’t like my rock shirts to be cheap, sticky prints, that look like they were made in a basement for 20 cents a pop. I feel there’s a lot of creativity that can be infused into making a rock shirt, but I couldn’t find it out there.

Last but not least, I can’t let you go without putting a song up! However, I was unable to put up one of my favorite Bobby songs, Maggie’s Farm live from Newport version (so much better than original, Bloomfield kills it on the guitar!) So, I decided to put up this hilarious clip from the incredible Scorsese documentary, No Direction Home.

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It’s that time of the year again. Funnel cake, carousels, wacky mirrors (that either make you feel good or bad about your weight), bearded women, paying 20$ to win a 5$ toy, the gravitron, nausea and vomiting, bumper cars, getting stuck at the top of the ferris wheel, and of course, cotton candy. To be totally honest, I never got behind the whole cotton candy thing, it tasted like sweet mothballs, (I did like the cotton candy flavored Bubblicious though) but I respect the picturesqueness of cotton candy. A pink cloud that represents adolescence, innocence, and all that is good: an overpriced, teeth rotting, ball of euphoria. What makes this shirt great is the photograph by Dan Monick, with its brilliant coloring and mystique caused by the the removal of humanistic qualities; we don’t get a face or an expression, leaving us with only to fill in the blanks ourselves (my guess is that this is a happy girl, look at all that cotton candy!) Note: this shirt is not technically ‘new’, not being of the S/S 2010 line, I’m sorry to be late… but at this point we can consider this shirt vintage, making it that much cooler.

From Blood Is The New Black, get it here

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When it comes to abstract art, there are only two schools, and both hate each other (and in a movie they would battle it out in a bicycle, car or ski race, karate match, or surf battle). The one side completely dismisses abstract art as nonsensical, untalented, meaningless and that it basically resembles a drawing hanging on a refrigerator that was done by a 2 year old with his fingers who may have swallowed some paint in the process. While the other side of spectrum praises abstract art because it can bypass literal perception and reach into the otherwise impenetrable world of unconscious emotion. That’s cool. I like to think of myself as respecting both parties for their talents and their beliefs; however, I should note that when I see a modern abstract painting of some random shape selling for ridiculous sums of money, it is a bit disconcerting. Nevertheless, at the end of the day some of these art professors, that may come off as pretentious bullshiters, have been studying their Jackson Pollock and Wassily Kandinsky for a long time, so there has to be something to what they preach. …Anywho, I’m in the business of t-shirts and in that belongs art, randomness and nonsense, and it looks great. So whether this image looks like a weird pirate, a dirty peacock or absolutely nothing, it’s still dope (cause I said it is) and also because the website’s cool enticer “super eye-catcher for the next night out at the club or bar hopping”, how do you say no to that?

From Marc by Marc Jacobs, get it here

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Nothing says Howdy Doody like a bare midriff and big breasts—Fun Bags. Cha-Chas. Winnebagos. Devil’s Dumplings. Milk Jugs. Gazongas. Coconuts. Melons. Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Ninnies. Speed Bumps. Splazoingas. Squachies. Wopbopaloobops. Whimwhams— Oh, where is my mind? Back to the topic at hand, there is plenty more to discuss. Like that haircut for which I have no defense; half mullet, half bouffant? It is also very important to notice the keen, sangfroid nature about her pose as she leans on her car (not sure what type, could be a dune buggy?) and her eyes strike you. This shirt encapsulate that spirit of the 70s when women could unabashedly show off the goods and everything was just dandy, Daisy Dukes anyone? To complete the throwback aura of the shirt there is this small detail on the back:

Not necessarily saying she is nice and easy, just that whole 70s freewheeling vibe is. Note: it kills me that this image might be from a show or movie and I am unaware of it, so if you have any information, please comment.

From KING KRASH, get it here

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Captain America may have big muscles and a round shield, but this is the ‘American Dream Machine‘ ! This image shows us just how much America is changing. Out with the old and in with the new. This is the futuristic recreation of Uncle Sam; let’s be real, old man Sam has got tennis balls on his walker and talks to himself. This is pretty much exactly what Skynet made, except they weren’t creative enough to spruce it out with super-nationalistic duds. However, they do get brownie points for later evolving to the John Matrix prototype.  In real life, the most plausible scenario is that Apple will build the robots that will eventually kill us and I am OK with that. What else can life offer me after I’ve had the enjoyment of ‘Oregon Trail’ in the palm of my hand? Back to the shirt. I wonder if that hat is metal and I wonder what that beard is made of (I mean, robots don’t shave?). Note: sporting the same facial hair as the image on your t-shirt is not narcissistic, but good hearty self-promotion. On the other hand,  a self picture is a no go.

From Love Brigade, get it here

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Buzzcocks – Why Can’t I Touch It

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We picked this shirt up at one of our favorite and one of the most creative thrift experiences, the Bryn Athens Thrift Store (peep what our gal Sammy D found). What I love most about this shirt is that for one, I am unsure if somebody made it themselves, or if this was the brand’s intention; all the labels are so random and haphazardly placed, that it really does a fantastic job to confuse you. Alls I know is that if I was a lifeguard, a big if, but I would definitely rock this over the typical red lifeguard hoodie (how boring). Plus this one has a marine biology tag, so you can be like Art Vandelay and hope no whale comes along to take your fabrications to task.

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This is one stud of a fly (Kafka meets Buddy Holly); the classy tux, the proper pocket square, the sexy 50s Fender, the bolo tie(!!!) and the suede Bob Dylan’s! …Speaking of flies: Goldbloom. Rourke playing Bukowski. Mr. Miyagi. First rapper of all time Blowfly. Lord of the _… Now when it comes to text on tees, I am almost strongly against it. It is usually a way for somebody to try to make up for their lack of a personality and a sense of humor. However, there are times when I just don’t get it, and then I am really unsure of how to feel. The latter is the case here. Is music the new bug extermination? Are flies going to take over the planet through Rock & Roll? Fun fact, flies vomit on your food when they land on it, but it is not that which spreads diseases but the fact that their feet carry along with them the nasty shit they have been on top of all day (poop). But flies aren’t all that bad cause Chubby Checker says so; not as popular as the ‘Pony time’ or “The Twist’ but incredible nevertheless (and a great case study of funny white people):

From ALAKAZAM, get it here

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We party our fair share. We thought it was about to time to document some of the happenings. Hangin’ out at the ultimate philly hipster party: Bouffant Bangout @ Barbary, and we think it went pretty well… only we don’t really remember. Decide for yourself. And yes, the party bus got booted that night!

Click the picture for the gallery:

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It was just some time past midnight when it went down. Between the whiskey, the hookers, the cards and blind black man playing the piano there arose a sudden confrontation. Broncho Billy Anderson was downing his tenth beer when a hairy palm grasped his shoulder and a raspy, cigar smelling voice uttered multiple expletives. No rhyme or reason could explain the situation other than the fact that the culprit, Wild Ray Corrigan, didn’t like Broncho’s face and wished to have it expressed. If you have never been in a bar fight it’s hard to explain exactly how it escalates from a simple exchange of words to a crazy brawl. Some say the chairs started flying first, but I know it started with a pool cue being broken over Corrigan’s head. As any good cowboy who witnesses a fight in their vicinity, it is part of the code to join as quickly as possible with no regard for the side you are fighting for, as long as you lay a couple of suckers out. And into the dawn they fought. The only real loser was the bar owner, whose place of establishment was wrecked beyond recognition and the hookers who didn’t have a single customer for the rest of the night and sat around in a circle discussing the latest ‘Gossip Girls’ episode.

From Ames Brother, get it here

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