|I broke the Sink again|
This month my favorite (and only true) bar closed. The bar, was Mars Bar, 25 e 1st St NYC. Over the past 5 years I've been making shirts for the place, since the place went down tons of folks have started wailing about how people always rush in to make a buck off the carcase of anything with even remote meaning to those perceived as 'interesting' or 'different'. Trying to buy into being the outsider minus the true experience (Remember CBGB's? Most people don't, but that doesn't mean they don't own a shirt). Anyways, I wanted to quietly clear the air on the Marz Bar shirts. Instead of posting on every site with someone decrying commercialization in the comments of a Mars article, I decided to say my little piece here. Read on after the jump.