Hello Word-ers. Some of you might have heard me blathering on a recent podcast about My Band T-Shirt, the blog I do for fun with my lovely friend Ian Wade (also the lovely man who PRs Later with Jools). And now we need you!

We're after stories about *your* band t-shirt for the site, and how these flimsy pieces of material hold so many memories in them...reminding us of old friends, lost parents, long-gone nights out, and many more things besides. It doesn't matter how many words you write (that's the beauty of the internet!), but we do need a picture of your t-shirt now or then if you have it.

Here's some recent entries to give you an idea: Rush! Saw Doctors! The Sweet! Eamonn Forde on Saxon! David Bowie! And you can genuinely write what you like. We've even published a poem about Lou Reed, for hell's sake.

Come join us for fame! Notoriety! Sexual offers from girls! Chips! Or rather the love of all people great and good. Email us on mybandtshirt@gmail.com - and thank you. xx

This is amazing – behind the scenes at the recording of We Are The World. Look at thy works, Cheryl Cole, James Morrison and Mika, and despair, etc.

Hello gang, Jude Rogers here. I've recently started a blog counting down the 50 days that are left of the decade (I know!) with 50 songs from that time that have meant something to me. It's called - ta-da - 50 Songs 10 Years, and it's here: http://bit.ly/50s10y. Thought you might like it – do read it, comment, and let me know your own songs! Love to all the Word massive as ever xx

I can't stand Duffy's music any more, apart from one track – Stepping Stone – which I think is really fantastic.

Do any of the Word massive have a similar love of one great track by an artist who they'd otherwise like to put down a well? It can't be just me. Let me know!

Hello, Jude here, formerly of this parish. I've been doing my track-a-day blog again now for nearly six weeks. I recommend you all do it – it's a nice way of remembering what you were doing on a certain day, and how much music frames what we do. You can find mine here: http://atrackadaykeepsthedoctoraway.blogspot.com.

Hello. I have just started a new blog called A Track A Day Keeps The Doctor Away, a blog that works like an aural diary of my everyday life. Each day, I'll put one song up that has moved me in a particular way in those twenty-four hours, whether it's simply popped into my head, soundtracked my journey from A to B, been heard from a live stage or leapt out at me from the old radiogram, as my Grandma still calls it. I'm trying to find personal songs that I feel passionate about, be them releases from the past, present or even future. And I've always liked writing that concentrates on people's personal reactions to a record, so hell, I'm going to do it.

This week, I've enjoyed Eartha Kitt, Neon Neon, The Names, music hall singer Lily Morris and Sailing By. Let me know what you think here if you fancy.

On a recent alcohol-flavoured weekend away with friends, a few of us got talking about the new internet phenomenon Sleeveface, the site where people are invited to send in pictures of themselves with body parts magically obscured - and transformed - by images on vinyl albums. Then we looked at The Word my friend Michael was reading and had an idea.

Within seconds, Michael turned into the Prince Of Darkness:

Then he got a little shocked by the brilliance of it all:

Anyone care to join in? Van Morrisons especially welcome.

Is it the Wicked Witch and the Cowardly Lion? Nope, it's me and Robert Plant in the Hermitage Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee, shortly after I grilled the PG Tips-loving Led Zeppelin frontman about his new record with Alison Krauss, his secret of live performance ("to be panic-stricken at all times") and the drink he prefers to imbibe in his local pub back home on the Welsh Borders ("a white wine spritzer", inexplicably).

Apart from my rendezvous with old Percy and Alison, Nashville was an absolute dream too. Honky tonks as far as the eye can see, steak and eggs for breakfast and enough vintage clothes stores to satisfy the most avid cowboy-shirt lover (including Muir, our photographer, who bought half the town). I'd love to go back there, and would like to know if any of you lot have dusty deep South stories you'd like to share too...