Anyway, she says, "Oooooh. I don't have the #5 on my clippers. Will the 4-and-a-half be okay?" I think (and say), "Yeah, sure". I mean what could be the difference? Turns out, it's a lot. She went right at it with the clippers the way the barbers do when you enlist for the fucking Marines. I mean, no foreplay, no combing, no prevaricating about the proverbial bush with the scissors. Nothing. Just went right at it. I immediately knew it was too much, but there's nothing that could be done once that first swath was cut. I just have to deal with a haircut that's notably shorter than I'd like it to be. It doesn't look all that bad, but it doesn't look all that good either. Next time I know that if the 5 isn't available, I should go for the half-step in the other direction.
I also went over to the Gate City Noise to purchase my Mark Kozelek tickets. Yeah, he's gonna be doing an in-store there. He's going on a very, very limited engagement tour, which only includes four dates in the US. And one of them is right here in my home town. At my favorite record store. The other gigs are at clubs, and apparently Mr. Kozelek really wanted to play this in-store. Kick ass! Andrew went to the trouble of hand-making the tickets, and every one of the 150 tickets has a unique screenprinted design on hand-made paper. Very nice. I'm pressed for time, so I cannot include a photo of the ticket, but you'll have to take my word for it. It's very nice.
Now playing:
Belle and Sebastian Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
1 comment:
Bless your heart.
It's a little known fact that a bad men's cut is affectionately known as a "Warren" in Greensboro. The bad cut was given by a hot young thing at Progressions Salon where I used to go to the famous J Bullock, who is now at Chakras.
Warren, the awesome guy that he is, got a haircut so bad that the stylists couldn't speak when it was done, and they had to have several moments of silence after he left.
Give it two weeks, it'll be better.
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