Ode to Neil West (The Lord is my Barber)
From the comments on Mungowitz's WITBD post. I am too proud of myself to leave it there.
The lord is my barber, I shall not want.
He maketh me lie down to get shampooed. He restoreth my highlights.
Yea though I have male pattern baldness, I will fear no dandruff. For he is with me. His clippers and combs, they comfort me.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will get free haircuts forever.
Labels: an appreciation, The Arts, the end of my career

1 Comments:
I find the prayer quite comforting. It hits on one of the biggest bene's of MPB: free, divine haircuts. So I have that going for me.
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