in London, the shop clerk looks at my Dutty Artz t-shirt and says: “where’d you get that?”
me: “I made it. This is my label. We hired someone in the States to make them.”
him: “Oh, OK. Well I just wanna make one shirt – for me. it’s gonna say: IF YOU’VE GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME, I DON’T CARE, BECAUSE THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM.”
He says it drained of all emotion, like he’s reading a grocery list. I’m startled and look at him to make sure it isn’t some kind of joke. It isn’t. I am in Britain.
I say “OK”.
He says “would you like a bag with that?”
I say “yes, thanks.”
click on this if you want a t-shirt (or our music!), we have some left:
AwTaFrAf mostly hangs out in sub-Saharan Africa, so when he heads north, I’m happy. Cassette from Berber country! with extra helpings of reverb and echo underneath that.