Manchester's own The Whip whipped the crowd into a lather on a recent installment of The Jimmy Kimmel Show, with a tip of the hat to Joe Strummer, who originally wore the Out of Control T-shirt design sported here by keyboardist Dan Saville.
The band performed their mesmerizing single "Trash," but Dan's shirt is an ode to lasting quality. Just sayin'.
Why not check out the band's performance, through the magic of the Internet?
World, we are proud to present Cruz Beckham.
That's right, the pulchritudinous offspring of international media superstars David and Victoria Beckham, seen here cavorting in L.A.'s verdant Coldwater Canyon Park in WF's Gram Parsons Flying Burrito Bros tee, may not be an Angeleno, but he knows as much about living in the spotlight as any red-carpet denizen. So when he was photographed playing among the pine trees, it sent shockwaves through the global pop-culture press.
Here's an interesting question, though: Has anyone sat young Cruz down next to the old stereo and put on a classic recording by the FBBs? We'd recommend "The Gilded Palace of Sin," although several fine compilations exist. Gram Parsons, the force behind the band, called his unique hybrid of country, acid rock, soul and gospel "Cosmic American Music," but clearly the time has come for a new generation of tech-savvy global kids to tune in.
The copyright to the above photograph is held by WENN. If you wish to publish the photo, please contact chloe@wenn.com. Thank you, and stay cosmic.
We've been known to gush on this blog, and we're not ashamed to admit it.
Hence the rambling odes to genius guitar players and visionary songwriters and insanely versatile actors.
But man, do we love us some Neil Patrick Harris.
The acting. The singing. The dancing. The funny. Dude, you got the gig. Enough already!
Sure, he's been beloved by the mainstream for decades now, thanks to network stalwarts like "Doogie Howser, M.D." and "How I Met Your Mother." Perhaps that's what makes his madly subversive turns in the "Harold & Kumar" films so outrageously enjoyable.
But you've really gotta see the guy in full-on musical-theater mode to appreciate the range of his abilities. He gave the web community a sampling with "Prop 8: The Musical," but the kicker has to be the riduclously entertaining "Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog," in which he played the world's most sympathetic supervillain. His performance in that Joss Whedon-helmed new-media extravaganza immediately jumped into our Top 5 Favorite Things Ever list.
So even though he's not actually wearing WF's John Lennon This Is Not Here tee, the fact that he's brandishing it (backstage at Bravo's A-List Awards) makes us feel all funny inside.
We won't wash that shirt, ever.
C'mon in -- there's cake! And funny hats! And jugglers and dancing girls!
OK, that's not true. We're not equipped to throw Iggy Pop the kind of birthday party he deserves. So we'll have to make do with some worshipful words and a spectacular offer on gorgeous repros of shirts he wore in famous photos.
First, the praise in prose. We have Iggy to thank for laying the groundwork for the passionate punk rebellion in the early '70s, when most of the rock nation was lost in a fog of guitar noodling, album-length songs and, well, actual fog.
The Igster also gets credit for finding (alongside frequent collaborator David Bowie but also on his own) a fascinating niche as an often aggressive but melodically inspired singer-songwriter. A witty, trenchant lyricist, he spun new kinds of stories and put them in a new kind of musical package -- we're talking "Lust for Life," "The Passenger," "China Girl," "Sister Midnight" and "Tonight" (not to mention underrated killers like "Blah Blah Blah").
So: Happy Birthday, Mr. Osterberg. You may be turning 62, but your music is still a brilliant, gawky teen, hurling itself at convention with an abandon both menacing and joyous.
And Happy Iggy's Birthday to you, Worn Free community -- head over to the T-shirt store and get yourself 15% off compelling torso coverings like Dublin Sound Studios, I Wiped Out the 60's, Rainbow and Camel. Just use coupon code NEWVALUES. It's worth a million in prizes.
Iggy Pop's birthday is coming up. What are you getting him?
And don't you dare say "A stripper riding a motorcycle through a flaming hoop," because he totally got that last year.
No, the artist born James Newell Osterberg deserves something as freshly original as his own work. Because he began spinning punk attitude out of whole cloth in the early '70s, creating a daring, dangerous hybrid of art-glam smarts and pure aggression. And because he created songs like "Lust for Life," "The Passenger," "I Wanna Be Your Dog," "Search and Destroy," "China Girl," "Tonight," "Five Foot One," "Some Weird Sin," "No Fun" and "I'm Bored." It's no easy task deciding how best to express one's admiration.
Well, you can figure that out on your own time. We're here to talk about the gift of Iggy T-shirts, which we're selling at a jaw-dropping 20% discount -- with FREE SHIPPING -- to celebrate the man and his music.
We're talking Dublin Sound Studios. And I Wiped Out the 60's. Not to mention Rainbow and Camel.
These exquisite tees, we need hardly add, make ideal gifts to delight rock snobs and party animals alike. Just use the coupon code LUSTFORLIFE when you check out. But but this superlative offer expires May 15, so we urge you not to procrastinate.
(Oh, and we're offering the same deal -- with the same coupon code -- on our Jeff Beck tees, to commemorate the guitar hero's induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, so don't sleep.)
Jeff Beck is one of the greatest rock guitarists of all time. If you've heard his pioneering blues-rock riffs with the Yardbirds, his questing leads with the Jeff Beck Group (featuring singer Rod Stewart), or his staggering, jazz-inflected pyrotechnics as a solo artist, you already know that.
Then there's the fact that without his hammer-ons and tremolo-bending and other technical brilliance, there'd likely be no Eddie Van Halen. And without his haircut, there'd be no Nigel Tufnel.
But hasn't it seemed that Beck never quite got his due? Nothing like the "Clapton Is God" movement or the Temple of Jimmy Page or the Department of Jimi Hendrix Studies at your local university. Not that these other axemen weren't worthy of worship, but give the Beckster his parade, right?
Well, on Sat. night he got it -- as his old Yardbirds mate Page inducted him into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Then the two rock titans picked up their guitars and squared off on Zep's "Immigrant Song," with Beck's Strat voicing the melody. And lo, it was glorious.
We're really chuffed for Jeff, and to celebrate we're doing two things:
1. We're offering 15% off our Jeff Beck t-shirts (the jaunty, black "Jeff Beck On the Road Again" and the cheeky, yellow "Oh, Yeah?") until the end of April (or while supplies last). Just enter the coupon code RNRHOF when you check out.
2. We're going to plug in the old guitar, stomp on the distortion pedal, and turn the amp up really loud while pretending to be 1/100th as good as Beck on his worst day.
Hey, you wanna jam?
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