After more than three years of procrastinating, I finally got around to visiting the barbershop again. I figured a nice trim would go well with this season of change, and I’ve always been of the philosophy that if you’re going to pay someone to cut your hair, you might as well get the most for your money. So it was with giddy anticipation that I scheduled an appointment at the Belmont Barbershop in Roscoe Village, the only place in Chicago where you can shoot pool and drink PBR while you wait. They run a fine establishment and everyone there is well schooled in the barberial arts, including hot towel shaves. Thanks to Andrew who did a wonderful job.

Not being one to be wasteful, I also decided I would donate my shorn hair to a good cause. My 14 inch locks are now on their way to Wigs For Kids, an organization that provides free hairpieces to children with medical conditions. There are a few other charities that provide similar services, and anyone interested can read about it in this article from the New York Times.

By pure coincidence, while I was waiting for a chair to open up I received a call from my sister who informed me she’d just given birth to my newest nephew, Gabriel DaeMyung Shen. I’ll be visiting him next week and hope that he likes my new ‘do.
For anyone curious to see what my face looks like without a mop of hair surrounding it, come check it out at our next show.

With my mane sheared, this once again leaves Scott as the only hirsute member of the band, and this marks the first time I’ve ever used that word in a sentence!