I'm wearing a black t-shirt today. I don't wear black all that often. It doesn't compliment my coloring at all. However, some of you may remember my Roommate from Hell experience a few years ago (or was that before I started journaling?). When he disappeared, he left some clothes, including this really soft black t-shirt. After all the shit he put me through, I had no problem keeping some of his nicer clothes.
Anyway, as I was walking to get my lunch this afternoon (grilled veggie burrito with black beans from Baja Fresh. $5.20), I looked at my reflection (as the narcissistic among us are wont to do) and suddenly remembered this story ...
In 1983, my older brother (then 15) went to see Styx in concert. I believe it was the Kilroy Was Here tour (y'know - Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto?). When he got home from the concert, he was talking to our parents and he showed them what he had bought: a black t-shirt!
My parents freaked. "How could you buy a black t-shirt," they asked.
He looked at them funny. What was wrong with a black concert t-shirt? Apparently lots. Much discussion was had, until it was finally agreed that it would be OK for my brother to wear the shirt to school the next day.
Come to think of it, this is probably about the time my mother started suspecting my brother of using drugs (He wasn't).
Back to the present ... I never could figure out the big deal about black t-shirts. Even Wikipedia wasn't much help (see here).
The bands wanted to appear "tough" and "hardcore." Does that extend to the wearer (because my brother was about as far from tough and hardcore as one person could get)? Are people who wear black concert t-shirts automatically labeled as being hardcore, tough, drug-using, crazy people? I have no idea.