Out of bed look, not for everyone, Diana Ross ain’t got shit on me.

Hair has always been somewhat of a thing for me. At one time I even quit my job and rejected a very good new job offer when they demanded I’d cut my hair.

[at this point you should be humming “my hair” from the musical hair]

It’s not because of the music I like, it’s not because of my viewpoints on politics or the environment, though yes I could at times be described as a left-winged-metalhead-hippie. Short hair basically looks awful on me and those long curls give me a look that at least stands out in a crowd. And there is that weird rebellious feeling of freedom and fighting the system, unnecessary, unfounded and possibly ridiculous.. but it’s there and I love it.

Now without control and strong supervision my hair becomes a mix between the glory days of Diana Ross and the mythical Medusa. Birds and small mammals have been known to disappear near my head when the “do” goes unchecked for too long. The fun really starts when I brush my hair in the morning and a gargantuan ‘fro enters reality.

yeah brushing my hair when dry, not a good thing...

after "taming" my hair the results are acceptable though

I shower every day and use ridiculous amounts of hair products to keep it al from going Catweazle, but hey… it’s worth it. 

Yes the pics look crappy, because I look crappy... guess what, I feel crappy...

And hey, here's the lyrics to the song.... 

She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why
Don't know
It's not for lack of break
Like the Grateful Dead
Darling

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas in my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds
There ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
Of my...

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming
Flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

Oh say can you see
My eyes if you can
Then my hair's too short

Down to here
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself

They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined
Biblical hair

My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah I adore it
Hallelujah Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me?

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair