Welcome to the Gregorious Music Store
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Every item you grab here does more than look good — it keeps the music alive.
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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.
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​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.
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Thanks for being part of the journey. Wear it loud.
Mr FIFO
This little fella makes more money than most of your street combined and he's never home to spend it. Mr. FIFO works two weeks on and one week off in a place so remote that his GPS just says "mate, turn around." He's got a hi-vis wardrobe that takes up more space than his civilian clothes, a pair of steel caps for every occasion, and a fly-in bag that's been packed since Tuesday because he's got a 4am flight to somewhere red, flat, and forty-seven degrees. He FaceTimes his kids at dinner, misses every second school concert, and has a loyalty status with Qantas that the pilot personally acknowledges. He earns six figures and eats in a donga. He drives a two-hundred-thousand-dollar Land Cruiser and sleeps in a tin box. He's got a gym routine born out of boredom, a Netflix queue he's destroyed twice over, and a countdown app on his phone that tells him exactly how many sleeps until R&R. His fridge at home is always full because his missus runs the place better without him — and they both know it. He swore he'd only do it for two years. That was eleven years ago. He talks about "getting out" the way smokers talk about quitting. But then the contract renewal lands and the numbers are stupid and suddenly two more years doesn't sound that bad. He misses home every single swing. And home misses him. But the pool, the boat, and the investment property don't pay for themselves. So he packs the bag, sets the alarm, and flies back to the dirt. Again.
Part of The Little Fellas collection — 25 original characters inspired by the little books that shaped a generation.
