Hair's the Deal
So there's this popular restaurant in downtown St. Pete. It's mobbed every day, a swingin' lunch hotspot. But every single time I go there, I find something in my food. The tally right now is: hair, hair, Estelle Getty's showercap. Seriously, a giant piece of plastic in my taco salad. Truth be told, it was better than finding hair.
My food has been remarkably hirsute these days. Yesterday, at a different restaurant, there was a curly black nasty wrapped around the tail end of a Cuban sandwich. Now, I know what you're thinking, but none of this hair is mine. Really. I have thick, luxurious locks, every fiber in its right place. No bald creams for me.
I'm pretty sure I'm supernaturally willing the hair to appear on my plate. That's my superpower apparently. I think really hard and -- ta-da! -- an oily tendril of coif appears in my pea soup. Even when there's no hard evidence, there are related signs of my powers. For instance, this weekend at Bob Evans. We sat down at a table. We ordered our food. And then, for some reason, I decided to read the comment cards. There it was, the newest complaint, maybe even the diners who sat here before us: "Found hair in salad + milk." Salad and milk? The daily double? It was impossible to eat my eggs and hash browns after that. The hair was lurking. I know it was.
Anyway, today's playlist will honor some of the hairiest people in music history...
Crystal Gayle -- Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue
Don Henley (w/the Eagles) -- Hotel California
Lita Ford -- Kiss Me Deadly
Lionel Richie (w/the Commodores) -- Brick House
Art Garfunkel -- Bridge Over Troubled Water
Jon Bon Jovi -- Blaze of Glory
Earth Wind & Fire -- September
Dolly Parton -- Here You Come Again
Bee Gees -- Night Fever
A Flock of Seagulls -- Space Age Love Song
Amy Winehouse -- Rehab
Bob Marley -- You Can't Blame the Youth



Sean Daly is the pop music critic for the St. Petersburg Times. His CD collection -- from Journey to Dylan, Prince to U2, Public Enemy to Stan Getz -- is much bigger and better than yours.
What about "Hair" from the play/movie "Hair"
Cheers
Posted by: dolly | November 05, 2007 at 03:41 PM
Were the people in "Hair" really hairy? Really naked, maybe.
I fear that I'm omitting a musical giant with a legendary 'fro.
Posted by: Sean Daly | November 05, 2007 at 04:18 PM
Believe it or not, Phil Collins in the 70's with Genesis was a a very hairy guy. Check out pictures of him from 1976. He had a beard that made his whole head look like a hairball.
Posted by: Bassnote | November 05, 2007 at 04:43 PM
How about Nena in the 99 Luft Baloons video : P
Posted by: Bassnote | November 05, 2007 at 04:45 PM
Paula Cole sported the pit 'fro during her Grammy acceptance speech some years ago.
No love for ZZ Top?
Gino Vinelli was the Italian wolfman.
And even though he's not a singing star, I believe there needs to be a shout out to our beloved, hairy knuckled, Stuck in the 80s fabuloso man about town; Steve Spears!
Posted by: Marissa | November 05, 2007 at 08:08 PM
haha Billy Ray Cyrus: "I want my Mullet Back"
Posted by: Marissa | November 05, 2007 at 09:12 PM
George Clinton's technicolor dreads.
And in the late 1970s, Roger Daltrey was nothing without the hair.
Posted by: Stir Crazy | November 05, 2007 at 10:39 PM
Yes, yes: George Clinton with the weird ribbons. Daltrey's raging "Tommy" locks.
The beards of ZZ Top!
Billy Ray's magical mullet!!!
Can you imagine eating with those people? You'd need a knife, a fork and a comb.
Posted by: Sean Daly | November 06, 2007 at 06:57 AM
Dude, where are you going for lunch? And why are you still going back?
I know these are mostly outside your historical purview, but how about:Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Jerry Garcia,
Nicolette Larson.
Posted by: Colette | November 06, 2007 at 01:08 PM
So, the first time I read this blog I scanned it quickly. I just re-read it and saw "curly black nasty" ACK! Helloooooooo! Sean, start packing a lunch, darlin'! I literally just gacked a little.
Posted by: Marissa | November 08, 2007 at 12:06 AM
Whoa, whoa, whoa: "scanned it quickly"?
These aren't Steve Spears' whimsical little musings, honey. My prose is layered (and then layered again) with trenchant socio-cultural analysis and lots o' pube jokes. You gotta read this stuff carefully.
Posted by: Sean Daly | November 08, 2007 at 07:47 AM
You ought to be outrageously flattered that I came back for seconds! I'm realizing the complexity that is Sean Daly (even though you admit to being shallow in the recent podcast).
Posted by: Marissa | November 08, 2007 at 08:01 AM