“In Penny Lane, there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he’s had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello”
The Movie Soul (2020) reestablished my belief that the barbershop is a mystical place. The paradoxical red and blue spirals swirl as a reminder💈
At some point in my young adulthood I decided I wouldn’t go to my hairdresser sober. And every time since. I’ve never looked back.
It’s just too great an opportunity to pass up. A person who dares alter my appearance and personality so directly is a person worthy of my utmost attention. A person I can learn from. If that means consuming substances ahead of time then so be it.
I never mention it, or act funny. I play it cool. Sometimes I remain quiet, supple. I let myself enjoy the silence and the physical attention. Other times I engage in the best conversations we’ll have all day. Real. But chill. Be cool. Don’t over-excite. Imagine their job. Imagine cutting a stranger’s hair, as they like it, talking to them about life the whole time, at the SAME time. And then imagine doing that 12 times in a row. That’s a day in the life of a hair dresser. Pretty freakin hard if you ask me. So don’t take more than your share. Don’t ask them to do anything different.
When they ask me how it feels at the end I always answer, “great.” Even if it’s not. Out of respect for their service. Out of respect for the mystical experience transpiring.
Be cool. Pay more than they ask. Say thank you, not only for your hair, but for the lessons you take with you. And grab some road lollies before you leave🍭😉