The Art of the T-shirt


I love the summertime when people proudly sport their favorite T-shirts. In some circles, picking out the T to wear to an event is akin to teenage girls and their outfit obsessions. Come on guys, the ones who do this know who you are, I don’t think I have to single you out here.

This guy was surely standing in front of his dresser pondering the perfect message to wear to the Dark Star Orchestra concert at the beach on Governors Island. This is a very T-shirt appreciative crowd. What you wear is admired, and yes sometimes coveted, like jewelry at a bit yenta-fest Bar-Mitzvah.

I Googled the message on this shirt so I would not appear pop culture ignorant in this instance (heaven forbid). I could not find any reference to the Soaring Immortal Blazing or any other phrase like Golden-maned warrior, but hey, this could be so hip it is not Googleable. (Is that a word? If not it should be). Or maybe fringe. But nonetheless, not only did I not find it, I had to read this shirt 3 times to absorb the message.

Perhaps it is simply because I am unburdened by the gravity of my mission.

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4 responses to “The Art of the T-shirt

  1. Wow, deep T shirt. I think you’re absolutely right; I know my son chooses his T shirts Very Carefully.
    And yes, “googleable” should definitely be a word!

  2. Got to be metal lyrics. This guy has the only reference on the web.

  3. Nice find Steve. You are surely a way better searcher than. For those who are interested the link above has the full passage in the about me on that myspace page. Or here it is (some out there stuff for sure):

    Soaring, immortal, blazing + climbing at dawn through the bounds of the cosmos in search of light + golden-maned warrior racing towards unknowable ends + unburdened by the gravity of his mission + big of heart and deep-eyed courage to will into grasping the secrets eternal which float so near to the realm of thought + and in a flash, the rush of the current washes them lost + he bares his soul to the gates of heaven under the eye of the sun as sentries of the kingdom sound their coronets + he has come for what lies hidden and yet belongs to him + shrouded, squirreled away, entombed in invisible coffers and locked tight by death + the treasures they are many, the trials they are endless, but the end it is magic light pours through the windows of his skull.

  4. eric

    yeah so i have the same message written on a pair of my boxers! The boxers are Express brand. i always wondered where the words came from too.

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