Welcome to the Gregorious Music Store
Every item you grab here does more than look good — it keeps the music alive.
These aren't licensed prints or generic designs slapped on cotton. Every graphic here is original work — born from the same creative place as the music. Straight from me to you.
This little store is how I stay on stage instead of driving taxis. It funds the practice, the gigs, the gear, and the stubborn belief that four decades in, there's still more worth playing. When you wear one of these, you're basically saying "one more song" — and that means more than you know.
Thanks for being part of the journey. Wear it loud.
Mr Eshay
This little fella is fourteen going on criminal record. Mr. Eshay rolls through the shopping centre like he owns it — and technically, he owns about six things he picked up from it that weren't his. He's got a TNs on his feet, a bumbag across his chest, a mullet that means business, and a vocabulary that's 80% "eshay," 10% "brah," and 10% words his lawyer told him not to say. He travels in packs, speaks in a language no adult has ever decoded, and has perfected the art of looking threatening while weighing fifty-three kilos soaking wet. He's been banned from three train stations, two Westfields, and a Maccas that honestly didn't deserve what happened to it. He calls everyone "lad," walks like his knees don't work properly, and reckons he's the hardest bloke in the postcode — which is less impressive when you realise he's in Year 9. His mum still makes his lunch. His Nike cap hasn't touched the top of his head once — it sits so far back it's basically a neck warmer. He doesn't want trouble. He just wants you to think he does. And your bike. He also wants your bike.
Part of The Little Fellas collection — 25 original characters inspired by the little books that shaped a generation.
