L7

While fixing the master cylinder on my chopper I went to grab some rags from our stash. There I discovered my old L7 t-shirt. I had put it there. But at that moment I just couldn't rip it up and use it as a rag. It got rescued and thrown back into circulation. After all, my old t-shirts are actually starting to wear out.

I forgot how much attention this shirt draws. Everybody reads it. Some ask me to tell them what it says. Responses range from, "That's tight!" to "I don't get it." Slow nods from blushing faces are also prevalent.

Smell the Magic. I bought this shirt in 1991 at a show in the Entry and the message is still profoundly beautiful. And for some, uncomfortable. I know, I don't get it either.

Wake up and smell the coffee
Or just say no to individuality

L7 was the sexiest thing to ever happen to grunge.