Someone sent this to me today. I remember The Shirts. Turns out I know someone in the band. Didn’t even know she was in the band.

If you already know this information, ple-a-se forgive me!

THE SHIRTS ARE BACK!!!

This is news regarding "The Shirts," the band that emanated from Park Slope in the ’70s. For quite a long while, they were known as THE BROOKLYN BAND; for some, they continue to be thought of this way.

Although they have evolved, they have not lost that incredibly multi-dimensioned, driving force their fans first enjoyed in such tunes as "Teenage Crutch" and "Poe." One listen to the title track will confirm this, although their range of songs is not restricted to only those that require rest and liquid to revive one’s composure after some mysterious force has led all of their body parts to convulse in mad gyrations. The Shirts sensibly provide other tunes to regroup by, with jazz, blues, and, some that just lead you to sigh, as if the Universe has granted you a moment of solace.

Still preforming in 2006, they are gearing up for the release of their newest CD, "Only The Dead Know Brooklyn," at CBGB’S on June 28th at 8pm–produced, once again, by the masterful Mike Thorne.

Robert Racioppo wrote the title song some years ago, inspired by–well, I guess I don’t have to tell you. If you do indeed know Bob, I need say no more about his incredible mind.

Considering there is a chance that there may still be SHIRT enthusiasts who would be excited to know they still exist, I thought I would pass this information along to you.