I was at CB's Gallery last week to see a show and was amazed at the number of people who came in strictly for the tshirt. People who otherwise have no idea of the club's impact on music history and downtown NY culture, roll in to purchase a shirt they deem chic. Like Chuck Taylors, CBGB shirts are suffering from a tragic case of complete mainstream saturation. Chucks were the sneakers you wore because you were short on cash. At one point these sneakers were $25. Now you can't find them for less than $40. Everyone and their fuckin mother now has a pair. Hipsters, trendsters, and yuppies can finally agree on some form of fashion. It's not the first time, but I certainly hope it's the last.
CBGB officially closes at the end of September, so don't forget to pick up a tshirt. CB's won't be the same in Vegas, regardless of whether Hilly brings the bathroom intact.
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