Societees

Wrong answers only: name this album. 👇

“La Grange” opens on Billy Gibbons’ guitar riff. Underneath the talking-blues verse that follows, Frank Beard lays down a triplet pattern on the rim, patient and steady, holding the groove until the whole band drops into the shuffle.

Frank Beard: The Backbeat of ZZ Top Frank Beard, ZZ Top's drummer for 56 years, has died at 77. A look back at his playing and the joke that followed him for decades.

1969. Half a million people, a muddy field, and zero ego. This Woodstock tee is for the dreamers who missed the bus but still feel the music. Grab one before I decide to keep 'em all for myself.

Stop faking. You’re not over that mid-2000s heartbreak and neither am I. This Death Cab tee is for the brooding souls who actually listen to the lyrics. Grab one before I decide to hoard the whole lot.

Hendrix in ‘70 was louder than my ex and twice as electric. This Atlanta Pop tee has that raw 4th of July energy you’re clearly missing. Grab one before they’re gone like my hearing. Stay loud, or don't. I'm not your mother.

Stop wearing band tees if you can't name three songs. This Alice in Chains anatomical heart shirt is for the actual fans. Licensed, raw grunge, no fluff. Get it at thesocietees.com and try to look like you have a soul.

If I have to hear one more person tell me the 90s are back, I’m going to lose what’s left of my hair. The 90s never left; some of you just stopped paying attention. This Weezer tee looks like it survived a mosh pit at a basement show three decades ago, but it’s fresh off the press. It’s got that vintage weight without the actual mystery stains of a previous owner. It’s for the folks who know every word to the Blue Album but still appreciate a shirt that doesn't feel like wearing a sandpaper box. At SocieTees, we’re building a community for people who actually give a damn about the music. It’s licensed, it’s legit, and it’s inclusive for everyone: from the skinny indie kids to the guys like me who’ve spent a bit too much time at the bar. Grab one before they’re gone and you’re stuck wearing some generic corporate rag. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.