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  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
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  • I ¦ is a British television and compilation album brand by the BBC.
  • "I Love" is a 1973 single by Tom T. Hall. "I Love" would be Hall's most successful single becoming his fourth number one on the U.S. country singles chart. The single spent two weeks at the top and a total of 15 weeks on the chart. "I Love" was Hall's only entry on the Top 40 peaking at number 12.
  • Robethius 2 years ago

PJ20: Life, love, Pearl Jam.
PJ20: Life, love, Pearl Jam.
Happy 20th Birthday Pearl Jam Pearl Jam has been around for twenty of my thirty three years here on earth. They came around at the single most impressionable point of my life. I was searching for who I was and what I stood for. I was lonely, socially awkward (still) and was in deep unrequited love with the girl of my 14 year old dreams. I was doing terrible in school because I had no interest and hated almost everyone I went with. I had my circle of friends but was viewed as an outsider. I liked to write, but I was so shy I wrote under an alias for the school paper for two years before I worked up the guts to claim my work. Then I heard a song on the Saturday Night Live by some band I’d never heard of. They were called Pearl Jam and I didn’t know the name of the song. There was this hook and the energy was just pouring out of the TV. The lyrics seemed to be about this kid struggling with the fact his dad died and his mother was messed up about it, but the kid was still alive, even if his mother didn’t know it. Later I would find out I was off in my interpretation, but at the time I connected with it completely. There was no eye liner, no teased hair, and no spandex. Suddenly the bands I thought were cool seemed cheap and extremely shallow. Here were a bunch of guys in jeans and t-shirts pouring their souls into this performance. I was an instant addict. I stayed up for the next song and was convinced I needed to go to the record store and buy the cassette right now. But it was one in the morning. The next day I walked the four or so miles to the record store and purchased TEN. I listened to it in my walkman on the way home, once I got home in my room with the headphones on, after dinner and well into the early hours of the morning. I had never felt the way I did after my first marathon listening session. Alive, Oceans, Release and Why Go all grabbed me right away, but it was Black that took its place in my ears mind and heart as the best song I had ever heard. “…and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything…” “I know some day you’ll have a beautiful life, I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky, but why can’t it be mine?” A few months later Eddie would add the “We Belong Together” tag to the end and cement it in its place forever. I could bore you with all the memories and pearl jam related stories I have, but I guess the most important thing I need to say is this: Pearl Jam saved my life. There was a time when I was young and all my problems seemed so important and I felt that every decision I made would affect me for the rest of my life, and that I wasn’t good enough. Not good enough for my teachers, my mother, girls (one in particular.) And I felt I was alone. Except there was this band with the music and the lyrics. In order to write those words this guys must have been though worse than me, but he made it, right? I didn’t think I had that kind of talent, but I did think I could just get by on theirs. I played TEN to death, and then found out they had two songs on the Singles soundtrack, and another on a Bob Dylan tribute and yet another on some benefit CD. I’m sure I have the order wrong, but you get the idea. Before long I was at Flea Markets shelling out $30 for albums called NO FUCKING MESSIAH and SPREAD THE JAM. They were obviously bootlegs, and most had terrible audience recording and / or terrible mixing, but it was a drug to me. By the time I graduated high school VS, Vitalogy, and No Code were released and the internet had started to really get rolling. There were endless nights of conversations on the mIRC chat service in the #pearljam room and even some file sharing at the rate of a song every 70 or so hours on my 14400 dial up connection. Specials like the Atlanta 94 simulcast and Monkewrench radio brought us out in big, server crashing numbers. One day that I remember very well is the day Cobain killed himself. I was in Disney World with my aunts and their kids when the news announcer said “Seattle front man found dead…suicide is suspected…news at six.” For an agonizing hour I didn’t know who they were talking about. I called home and the first words out of my mother’s mouth were “It’s Cobain, it’s not Eddie.” Nine days later Eddie sang “Hey hey, my, my” for Cobain with a K printed on his shirt on SNL. For the next six or so years Pearl Jam ruled my musical tastes, as I worshiped them at a God like status, but I never went to see them play live. I had this terrible fear they would not live up the amazing hype I had inside to see them play in person. I was happy to have them in my room, in my headphones. I felt they were my band and when I was letting people listen to them I was sharing a secret. The reality was they had already sold more than 20 million records before I stood in the same room with them. August 30th, 2000 Mansfield Massachusetts was the place. I was so nervous and excited that I didn’t know what to do with myself. I came upon the ti
A FAVORITE AUNT IN 1963
A FAVORITE AUNT IN 1963
A Short Tribute To My Aunt, My Other Mother... My aunt dorothy. 1905--1972. If one looks carefully, the framed picture holds a photo I sent her while I was overseas in USN. The coat belongs to my Uncle. My aunt was almost always cold and often wore one of my Uncle Jim's jackets or shirts as she went about her day. Aunt Dort never learned to drive. Neither her mother or dad or sister ever drove a car. When she was growing up, she obviously walked everywhere until she began high school sometime around 1917. As a youth who spent much time with my aunt, I recall the long walks we took when she needed groceries that were not available from one of two neighborhood groceries only a few blocks from home. For whatever reasons, she would not purcase meat products from either of the small grocery stores, thus we walked about three miles to what was a community called Fairmount where there was a Supermarket. We walked the railroad tracks to and from the small town of Fairmount. It was not until after I began high school that a television came to live with us. My uncle traded a beautiful green 1938 Pontiac two door for a black and white television. My aunt never lost her fascination for television and made it a special event to watch I Love Lucy and Lawrence Welk. Looking back on those years, I am glad we did not have television early on; they bought me a radio for my room and every evening I sat up on a high bar stool in front of my radio placed on top of an encyclopedia case filled with fairly recent encyclopedias published in 1939. My entertainment was the Lone Ranger, Gangbusters, and a few other other classic programs that had not yet become classics. Sky King was another good one. The sound effects and the stories intrigued me and helped me to create illustrations within my mind as I listened. My aunt was a very special lady, indeed. Throughout my elementary school days, she would fix me toast and hot chocolate with a bowl of Wheaties before sending me off to school. When I think about her, I always remember how sweet and gentle she was, never one to raise her voice though she must surely have had many reasons to discipline me for antics not consistent with her values. When she learned that I was drinking beer while in high school, she never understood how I could rationalize that it was okay. Of course, it wasn't okay. Her wisdom and kindness, two of her many virtues as a little woman who was hardly five foot tall. If I had it to do over, I would wait until I was out of school and on my own before drinking beer. That would have pleased her.

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