Day Twenty-Nine

Once upon a time, approximateIy one month ago, I was having a spirited discussion with my boyfriend about how many band T-shirts I actually own. He told me that I had so many, I could wear a different one every day for a year. I disagreed, so we decided to finally figure it out, once and for all. Highly scientific calculations ensued, and it was determined that there are around 180. Only half a year’s worth (see, that’s not a crazy amount…right?). Somehow, this all led to the idea of me wearing a different T-shirt every day for a month (or 30 days).

I booked this band from Portland, Orgeon one time to play the former Starlight (now Hodi’s Half Note) in Fort Collins, Colorado. They have an alt-country/Southern rock/punk rock sound. The singer sort of reminds me of Patterson Hood from Drive-By Truckers, but I think I actually like the guy from I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch better…sorry Patterson. You make a lot more money, so I’m sure you don’t mind. They also sort of sound like Lucero, but all their songs are not about whiskey and 16-year-old girls. OK, a lot of the songs are still about whiskey. But they also have one called “Westboro Baptist Church.” The chorus goes, “F*ck Fred Phelps and the Westboro Baptist Church.” Again, this is one of those T-shirts that I can’t really wear around my Mom.