So, the Guru went to SF and all I got was this fine t-shirt. Text reads: Eat. Sleep. Code.
I used to wear t-shirts all the time, and had two collections, one optimized for working (usually white or close to it), and one set of “nice” ones. Most had writin’ on ’em, and they noted and advertised a huge range of businesses and ideas, but mostly not musical groups.
I had a couple that I loved for winter wear beneath flannels that were from an ill-conceived promotion for horse-racing in VA—the horses were running the wrong way (if you were sitting in the stands). Or so I was told.
So, they were rejected for the promotion, and via some circuitous path, I ended up with a couple. Like I said, perfect!