I’m going bald. Apparently this is supposed to be a tragedy that should make me want to off myself but for some reason I can’t muster up the pride to be so ashamed. To be honest, I don’t even think about it but a lot of other people seem to feel the need to let me know that a lack of hair on one’s head makes a person significantly inferior to the general public.
For example, I went to get a haircut yesterday and I like to keep my hair very very short. Well, the fat whore who reeked of cigarettes and cheap perfume pleads with me to not get my hair cut so short. She says that if I let it grow then I will it would give the illusion of having more hair. Well no shit bitch but maybe I don’t see it as that big of a deal. She proceeds to try to talk me off the ledge by saying that they just so happen to have a thickening shampoo that would also help. At this point I told her that I had come to grips with the disappointing fact that I couldn’t be the customer she wanted and axed if we could agree to disagree on my choice of haircuts, besides it is my fucking head and hair!
Now, I know this isn’t exactly an obvious intro for a music post but I am always thinking about music and this incident reminded me of a track that I had just listened to the night before while checking out the newly released “The Best of…” album from Radiohead.
The track, “Fake Plastic Trees” was originally on “The Bends” (which by the way is one of my favorite albums of all time in case you are keeping a list of my favorite albums somewhere…if so please e-mail it to me because I would love to have one). Anyway, the track is about superficial people and really a masterpiece by Radiohead. Here is an excellent live version from Glastonbury for your listening pleasure.