Life's too short . . . even for keyboard players.

Given the sorry outcome of most (and by "most," I mean "all") my creative endeavors the past, oh, 30-some years, I've determined that I've simply set my sights too high.

Can't finish writing that book? Don't despair, Sunny Jim! Try a postcard!
(They do still make postcards, don't they?)

Having trouble getting a new album off the ground? Hum to yourself during your work day--a suitable melody is bound to emerge sometime in that nine hours!

Is your design work greeted with derision? Keep a doodle pad close at hand. Today's stick figure could be tomorrow's next animated superstar!

In order to get the creative ball rolling for myself, and start that long overdue economic juggernaut I keep envisioning for myself, I've decided to introduce a line of tee-shirts.

They'll be series, so people will want to collect 'em all!

The first one will be the "Life's Too Short" line.
All of them will have the same set-up on the front:






And the back will sport such world-weary witticisms as:














. . . and this:











Then there's the series that works off the premise that, in every band that has one,* the keyboard player is the lowliest life form, and the (generally deserving) rear end of every joke. Here's how this one works: We saw an amazing band last night! Everyone was sober. Even the keyboard player!

Such as:


















I figure these will really take off, especially among band members and their romantic interests, once I get around to making "The whole band was good-looking ..." and "Everybody in the band got laid ..."

So I'll be getting a batch of those made up and will post the ordering information here, real soon now. In the meantime, remember, it's all c. 2011 by James A. Gardner.
This is my eureka idea, you know!




* Every band that's smart opts to include a useful player, like a triangler or electric bagpipist, in place of employing an instrument best suited for tent revivals and grade school dance recitals.