leave your inhibitions at the door
We’re still avidly listening to that new Detroit radio station, the one that plays all the hip-hop and R&B throwbacks. In that time, I’ve come to some interesting observations:
Yeah, I said it. So whatchoo gonna do about it Biggie?
And my kids have been loving it, too. Although I find myself having to explain that people did in fact listen to – and love – songs like Shaggy’s “It Wasn’t Me”
I remember laughing hysterically the first time I heard the song. But when I was listening to it in the car with my kids, I started freaking out about the message. It was pretty clear right off the bat that they interpreted it as pure buffoonery. #winning
Then a couple of weeks ago, I came across this video of the Afternoon Delight Barbershop Quartet doing a cover of the song.
Like the original it’s the musical equivalent of “The Kramer”
That got me thinking about barbershop quartets. Specifically, how fricking RIDICULOUS the whole concept is.
Did barbers really hang out and sing together like that? Would I really want someone trying to work out a harmony while working on my head with scissors and a razor blade? Would I want someone that close to me singing loudly in my ear?
And then that got me thinking about barbers in general. All of the ones I’ve been to – or at least the ones I was willing to go back to – did a pretty good job with my hair. But more often than not, they themselves had really BAD hair that I wouldn’t be seen in public with.
The one I went to in high school had hair that can only best be described as Lego-like –
Black, greasy, immovable, and stuck to his head like a helmet.
Then there was the one guy who had the Gordon Gecko/Donald Trump Jr slicked-back look.
Perfectly fine in the late 80s. In 2005, not so much.
And then there was my stylist who became a Hare Krishna
But hey, that was a religious choice so I can’t knock him for that.
Despite questionable hair practices and the oddness of barbershop quartets, after seeing those guys do a cover of Shaggy and R. Kelly’s Ignition…
…. I GOTTA join one.