Ok.
Ok.
Breathe.
*exhales*
It's Mystery Package time.
Once again I am confronted by the Mystery Package; the purveyor of indeterminate T-shirt wonder. For the past two weeks, the Mystery Package hasn't been very kind to me, but this week will be different. I've got a good feeling about this one. The Mystery Package will not favour Matt for a third consecutive week!
Here I go. Rummage. Rummage. Rummage.
Please be a Von Bondies T-shirt. Please be a Von Bondies T-shirt. Please be a Von Bondies T-shirt.
Well, this is not a Von Bondies T-shirt. I'm not sure what this is!
It appears to be a baby blue tee with "There For Tomorrow" written on it, wrapped awkwardly across three lines of the full canvas, in a bunch of colours that don't exactly compliment each other, followed by a naively drawn fast-forward symbol in white and blue.
At present, none of this means anything to me. It's nonsensical. The design might as well be a photograph of a fridge with the word "sparrow" written under it.
According to my good friend the Internet, There For Tomorrow are a Florida based alternative rock group who's sound lies somewhere between that of New Found Glory and Simple Plan - an unsuccessful blend of punk-enthused rhythm, studio reconstruction for commercial consumption, and instantly-forgettable lyrics, all presented in a nasally self-indulgent whine.
That's not to say I didn't enjoy the three or four There For Tomorrow tracks I heard, I just... don't remember them. The sound they make is about 10 years too late to stand out - I find it ironic that they've named themselves There For Tomorrow when for me, their longevity expired the moment I brushed my teeth.
Their T-shirt on the other hand!
Well, their T-shirt... pretty much... doesn't do it for me either I'm afraid. Again, there's nothing wrong with it, but it's just a bit... 'nothing' altogether. Be honest, will you remember this tomorrow? I barely remember it now and I'm in it.
So there we have it, another fatal blow from the Mystery Package and another merit badge on the lapels of Matt. But I'm not giving up hope. Somewhere inside that big blue bag of cruelty is the T-shirt of my dreams and when I find it, I'm going to wear it and shove Matt down some stairs in a shopping trolley and see how he likes it!
*For a proper introduction to the Mystery Package, have a re-read of the post just after Day 102.
