that was just weird

[amul]

I got a haircut yesterday. After seeing pics of myself from CapriCon, I just couldn't deny the need any longer. I still haven't found a hair stylist I feel as comfortable with as I did with Heather, the stylist who did my hair for nine years back in Pittsburgh. It's nerve-wracking for me, and Roo once told me that all men are like that. "Guys freak out over change! I move to a different chair and they ask me all kinds of questions about why."

*sigh* I should call Roo. It's been months since I've heard from her.

Anyway, yesterday, I decided to try something new and go support some local businesses. I've seen a few hair shops on Broadway by my place, so I went for a walk, and decided to try one that seemed particularly quaint.

It was like walking into a David Lynch film. This latino woman was sitting there all by herself, listening to some music that sounded for all the world like it was part of the soundtrack from Day of the Tentacle, played on one of those 16-key Casio synthesizers from the 80s.

She was very happy to have my business, as I got the impression that mine was the only money she'd be earning that day. But I felt somehow trapped into the experience. She kept asking me if I liked the length of certain areas, and then cutting shorter than that.

Even more nerve-wracking, she was humming along to the music.

But still, I forced myself to sit through it. I needed a haircut, I had a date for V-day, and I wanted to look good. In the end, the cut looked average. I probably won't be going back, if only because the atmosphere completely creeped me out.

I really am very tired of waiting until I absolutely can't any more to get a hair cut. But I'm just not comfortable with anyone I've tried out so far. I keep trying to tell myself that I'm just being a baby, that I'm uncomfortable because it's not Heather. Hell, the only other stylist whose cut I enjoyed was Roo fer crying out loud. What's that say about me?

Comments

[curtis-lemay.livejournal.com]

The music you were hearing was probably Technocumbia, a bizarre form of DIY latin-pop from South America. I have many midis of it if you've been bitten by the bug. (I had a project, remixing them to Chicago House beats, they actually work together surprisingly well - but I'm still a huge n00b at remixing things.)

If you want a good hair person I could recommend one or two punks who work at salons. They used to do my hair when I could afford to get it done professionally. I've been DIY with it for the past 2 years, but I'm pretty sure they're still cutting hair.

[amul.livejournal.com]

I absolutely have NOT been bitten by the bug.

I'd tell you to give me the contact info, but I'll lose it before I need another haircut.

[talldean.livejournal.com]

I'm a huge fan of actual barber shops, as whereas they never get anything really spectacular, they're cheap and rarely fuck it up.

[amul.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I tend to view my hair with disdain, and feel that only a trained professional can make it look good.