in love

In love

Some T's I can wear during my 'weekend' (mondays, tuesdays, wednesdays), some I prefer to wear while I'm on duty.

When I'm in public I want to 'show off'.
Not to literally, off course.

I want people to see a nice T-shirt, when I'm selling beer to them.

& I see lots of people. So lots of people do see me.

There is some vanity in me.

Although, it's just about shirts.

Please, don't be too reproachful on this habit of mine: I'm just in love with my T-shirtcollection.

i am

I Am

It's already several years ago I got this one.

Greg Koch wanted to export his beer to Europe. He contacted me when I left a message on his site.

I gave him some names, some telephonenrs too.

Then he came to Amsterdam & brought me some beer & shirts.

Still have them. The shirts that is.

It's a long time ago my belly could remember the beers.



I keep on asking myself why that hole is still there.

It's there already for some years.

I can't keep myself from wondering when the mice will enter the store via that hole.

When I pass it I have to look at it.

It's like a black hole. It's attracting your attention. You can't do anything else.

It's like gravity in the universe.

Which I don't understand either.



I had a lot of Australian customers asking for it.
They said it was the best beer in the world.

Yeah yeah yeah (you just feel homesick).

That's what lots of people say. Sometimes they even say that their beer had won a prize. Just the other week.

Nowadays Australians seem not so chauvinistic about their beer anymore.

They get other beers imported too, I think.

I had to taste one bottle of VB, to be sure what it tastes like.

Let it be said, once & for all, & don't blame me, you Aussies asked for it yourself:

VB is not the best beer in the world.

They do have a nice logo though.



I was fascinated by the colour of the leaves at the background.

Oh, I love the autumn, I thought.

Next day it was even prettier. And just above the place the T is hanging here leaves were getting red.

I wanted to be the colours myself.

As if beauty equals happiness.

2 Days later all leaves were gone.

They were laying at the ground, blaming me taking the last bit of life out of them.



I inherited all the roads.

They were once my father's.

Sometimes I think that it's him, on the front of Grote Route 5, sitting on his bycicle.
In his younger years.

I do have as much roads to bike, paths to walk as I have books to read.

I will end my days in a 2nd lifetime.

There's more to tell about this T.

About how I got it from Tom, the owner of O'Briens, 'The hoppiest place on Earth'.
About how I sent some bottles of beer to him via a regular customer, who was visiting San Diego.
About how this guy was welcomed in O'Briens & got some beers to bring back to me.

But I don't have time.

I got to examine what the world looked like when my dad visited it.



This is not my bike. Let this be clear.

I'm still looking for an opportunity to take a photograph of my bike. I didn't succeed yet.

I once shook hands with the headbrewer of the Dogish Head Brewery.
It was in Belgium. He was in a group of 6 craftbrewers from the US.

Something similar happened yesterday.
I met Garrett Oliver at the Bokbierfestival.

Now I had my cellphone with me. So I asked Alice to take a picture. I took hers.

It was a great day, yesterday. Not only due to the beer.



I had to pick a T for presenting myself at:

1. A weblogconference: #Blog08
2. A beerfestival: Bockbierfestival

Both in Amsterdam.

I thought: a shirt can tell something about a person.

This one does.

Hello, I'm coming! I'm nearly there!
Here I am!

This is who I am.



5 Minutes ago I still had a headache.

And suddenly the pill started to work.

Why was it not possible to do that around 5 o'clock this morning? Then I could have been sleeping a little bit more.

Anyway, I got this T from a couple of American beertourists.

They were intoxicated all the time. That's how it looked like.

Pissed & stoned, I guessed. In an untroublesome way.

At the end of their holidays they remembered that I was a nice fellow though.

So they gave me this T they didn't want to bring back home.

Their skull probably felt like mine this morning.



Some info on this T comes later with other shirts from the same brewery.

I could have taken a beautiful picture here. Before they gave this room this redecoration.

Well actually, I did.

It just wasn't focused enough.

So I thought: I'm gonna try it again.

Then this tape was crossing the entrance of the former beercellar.
The flour looked gray. The walls were looking decent.

No entrance allowed.

It is looking neat.

But the mess was looking better.



I turn my head around & see that there's still a pair of trousers laying at the same place.
A T-shirt underneath it.

Not the same as the one here on the picture. That's laying besides me.
Ready to be turned on.

It's gonna take somebody to visit me before anything is going to be moved.



I think it's already a month ago I harvested these hops.

They're still laying in the 'warming room' in the brewery I work in. Waiting for the moment they are going to be used as decoration.

Meanwhile drying.

It's gonna be so dry it probably falls apart when they pick it up.

Back then, 1 month ago, it was smelling delicious.

But autumn didn't leave anything of the smell.

It's all falling apart.



Mike brought me this T.
He's living close to the brewery. So he's understanding the humor too.

The frontside says: Proudly brewed in New Jersey; You got a problem with that.

Mike told me it's funny.

I don't know whether he's talking about the front- or the backside.

I was thinking the 4 stands for the route you have to take to arrive at the brewery.

But I don't know.
I don't live there.
There's an ocean between me & them.

Anyway, I personally think this is one of the best pictures I took.
Ouch, the colours keep hitting me.



This T was released 1 year before I entered the beerscene.

1994 That was.

I don't know how they did it without me.

Untill that moment I was drinking beer occasionally.

Although occasionally could be very often too.

More often one could find me watching movies. Or collecting comics.
Quite fanatically.

& That's what this is about: once I start something, people will know that I'm doing it.

It's like "Kabonk": it flls my head totally.



I think we found their website around 8 years ago.

We immediately wanted to have their T-shirts.
Ska T-shirts.
About beer.

It was to expensive to let them send to Europe.

We had to forget the beautiful opportunity to walk around with the nicest beershirts there were.

Suddenly I saw my neighbour walking with this T.

I loved it, I said. & I told him the story above.

After 2 months he came to me. Whether I wanted to have that T.

His little daughter was scared of the skeleton. Didn't want to see it anymore.

After 8 years.

british are coming

British Are Coming

Oops, I don't know anymore how I got this one.

Did I drink too many beers that day?

Or maybe I didn't like the fact that there was no nice image on the shirt?

But those 2 lines are funny (just because of their simplicity).

Probably I drank too much.

In my life.


I should curb my consumption.



It sometimes amazes me that people bring me T's.

The only thing I do for them is serving beer.
& Telling them when they have to move.

Well, I give them a free beer.

But for that they had to spent money, they had to take this T with them back home & had to find the right moment to give it to me.

Just hoping that I would react enthousiastically.

That's what I hope I do.

My smile should be something you will never forget.

This T cost me not more than 1 glass of Columbus plus such a smile.



Went to my doctor. New values of my thyroid gland & liver.
New instructions on the way I should live, the amount of medications I have to take.

His assistent had a sort of a machine waiting for me.
To check my bloodpressure. A whole day long.

I got it hidden underneath this T.

I won't go out.
The machine starts each ½ hour. It makes a certain kind of sound.

As if I'm farting.

You wouldn't like to stand in line in a supermarket at such a moment.



Lots of the plants I have in my garden my mother has also.

Even though my father passed away already for several years ago.

I think it's 4 years now.

He used to provide me with some plants to fill up my garden when I just arrived at the place I live now.

My mother said last week: Oh, those yellow flowers are doing good now.

I do have them too, I said.

But I didn't have the name for it either.

My father gave names to the things that lived around us.

& We forgot.

bockbierdag 95

Bokbierdag 95

I'm gonna use the wrong words, I'm afraid.

How would these cups being called in english? Cups that would be filled up with holy water.

My parents used to collect these. My mother still has them hanging to the wall. In this corner here.

Each time on holiday when we visited a church my parents put there fingers in these cups. They made a quick cross in front of their heads with their wettened fingers.

We kids wanted to do that too. We stood on our toes to reach for these holy cups.

Then we got punished by our dad with a slap on our fingers.

We put them in our mouths to ease the pain & left the church behind our mom & dad.

The T was especially being made for the 1st bockbierparty me & my brother organised.



It says: Who's protecting your pint?

Halfway the day, hm, no, just with the night to go, I'm changing T's.

I'm gonna see a girl, you see.

We're going out to dinner.

That's quite some time ago I did that.

So I need a clean T.

It's some time ago, yeah. It needs a clean T.

A shower too.



This is what I've been looking at, the past few days.

The T was hanging there already for weeks. If not months.

I thought it was a good idea. But I didn't like the light falling on the wall.

Staying at home for several days finally the light was ok.

I was sitting there, behind the computer, waiting for something to do. Waiting for more energy. Waiting, just waiting.

Now that's finished.

Although I still have a bad cough.



This is the shirt.
Now I'm ill I walk around here in the sweater. The whole day.

Underneath it the shirt.

I said to the man: I'm selling a lot of your beers.

He was not eager to give me the sweater. He'd rather given it to the bartender standing next to me.

The bartender said: Well, I'm not gonna wear it, you know that for sure. But Ton will.

He still hesitated.

Actually, I'm wearing it every day.
It's nearly worn out.

If somebody's coming, I'm taking it off to hide it somewhere.

People shouldn't see how filthy I am.

I'm gonna wear the T underneath it.



Today my working week should have started. I had to postpone it.

Feel kind of sick to my stomach.

Yesterday I felt alright. Although awfuly tired in the morning.

When I had enough energy again I went to visit my mom (picture is taken at the Amsterdam Central Station, while I was waiting for the train to arrive).

My mother had left the hospital early that morning.
She said she was doing fine. Tired though.

Tuesday they will check her once again. To see what the cause might have been of the cardiac arrythmia.

Being in the city I grew up I took the opportunity to take pictures of some more T's.

It will always be part of Zijperspace, although some important people from those times already have dissapeared.

Better not be too late.



I took this photograph in the same way as Coopers.

With a different cellphone though.

& It's a different day too.

Rozwithart brought me this T from her trip to the US last year.

I showed her the result.

She said the white is shining too much.

But I like the spotlight effect at the back.

Once in their shortlived T-shirtlife they all may stand on this small stage.



I planned this T.

I had to look good today. So i needed 1 of my favourites.

They had to film me. Talking about beer.
Talking about bockbeer especially.

A 2-minute item for on internet, release right after the start of the Bockbierfestival.

But then I got a phonecall last night.
They had taken my mother to the hospital. Cardiac arrythmia.

Still I had my T planned for today.
1 Of my favourites.
& Filming me should also go on.

All those things that go on although they are in a different rhythm.

This T is lucky.



I still don't feel to well.

So another day with a shirt I wouldn't want to wear in public.

It's hanging among the grapes, when they weren't ripe yet.

Now they've ripened blackbirds are trying to pick them.
I love the sight of it. Especially when they see me looking at them.

Somebody asked me: don't you think that's a waste? You could've eaten them yourself.

No, I prefer looking at the blackbirds trying to sneak them away.



I'm about to take a shower.
Although it's close to 7.

I didn't go to work. I have a cold. Headache too.
It felt like I couldn't breathe last night.

So I stayed at home.
Doing nothing.
& A lot in the meantime.

A day got lots of hours when you don't move.

I needed hours.

I also needed an opportunity to wear a T that I didn't dare to wear in public.

So I'm going to take a shower. & Pietra will be mine.
Nobody will see.



I visited this brewery 2 weeks ago.
Brouwerij de Molen is its name.

I was very enthousiastic about it.
Great beer. Great welcome.
We got treated very well.

We drank, we ate, we got back to Amsterdam. We were satisfied.

But last week I had to do a blindtasting of smoked beers.

I couldn't believe the worst beer of the selection I got to taste was from de Molen.

I filled in another name.

O please, forget this story.
Go visit that brewery!
Go drink their beers!



It's not the most beautiful picture I took, but the T is one that I'm especially proud of.

It was the 1st T Bob & Mary gave me.

They asked me to turn it on and took a picture of me.
I was standing at the place where this photograph is being taken. These shelves were the background.

They took the picture with them to the beershop Bottleworks in Seattle. & There they hang my picture on the wall.

I've been hanging there for several years.
Surrounded by bottles of beer here & overseas at the same time.

I love the uncapped bottle.

You may interpret that last sentence in your own way.



There are fewer hours in a day.
There are fewer minutes in an hour.
In a minute there are less seconds.

I'm getting old.

My haste is growing.

Every day I'm late in being on time.



Same place. Different shirt.
Same brewery. Different colour.
Same beer. Different text.

A few weeks later it is.
They placed a system on the wall so the cleaning tools can hang.

Untill roundabout a year ago there was a fridge standing to this wall.
That's why it's still a bit white.

History in the wall was frozen.
Only that part.

Now it's changing all the time.



I had planned to wear my other Pyramid Hefe Weizen shirt today.
But I totally forgot that I have to do a blind tasting tonight.

Rauchbier. 13 of them.
Of which 10 are German.

I can't wear a hefe weizen shirt at such a day.

It should be a genuine German shirt, I decided.

I took this photograph at Brouwerij de Molen. One of the Dutch contestants tonight.

Some things you gotta do in style.
Albeit a tiny bit of style.

hefe weizen

Hefe Weizen

I gave up drinking wheatbeers a long time ago.

There's often a kind of banana flavour to it.
I hate that in beer.

I do have those shirts though. Especially brought to me by B & M out of that far away country called the US of A.

Those T's made a long journey.
I got to be thankfull. & Wear it. Because they look great.

One can't drink shirts.

So I won't complain about the taste of it.



I got this one from 2 of the 'Scooters'. That's a group of Vespa owners.
We call them the Scooters.

The couple was on holiday in Seattle.
I don't know whether they have Vespa's there.

Anyway, they drink beer here in Amsterdam, so they decided to drink beer there also.

Then they saw a T-shirt hanging. & They suddenly remembered their favourite bartender.

That's me, the last one.

So they brought me a T that is fitting me tight.
I can breath in it, but I shouldn't get mad at someone.

That's why I'm only wearing it at Sundays. When the Scooters are visiting our brewpub.