...what I've been working on...

Hey guys. I wanted to show y'all what I have been working on the past few days. I am working on doing a video for it but I just wanted to get the song out there. I'm trying to get this into the hands (or the ears) of some people at the Daily Show, SNL or similar media outlet. Spread the link to your friends and you can leave comments if you like it or not.

Much love.

me



You can also send this link out to people who might want to check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSbHmEhM0UE


Al Gore Back

Al Gore is coming back (yep)
Could be a presidential candidate (yep)
On Global Warming we’ll cut him some slack (yep)
Cuz it’s burning up in here and that’s a fact (yep)

Take em to the bridge

(bridge)
Al Gore, babe
Could put your name in, cuz it’s not too late
From Tennessee but you won’t win your state
I think OBamas’ got it anyway

Take em to the chorus

(chorus)
Go ahead Al, (go ahead and run for it)
Tipper and a kiss (go ahead and run for it)
Once VP (go ahead and run for it)
Oscar nominee (go ahead and run for it)
Lemme see who you’re up against (go ahead and run for it)
Bunch of broken hips (go ahead and run for it)
Democratic style (staaal) (go ahead and run for it)
Go head Al and get your candidacy on
Get your candidacy on (repeat)

Al Gore is coming back (yep)
And all the pundints don’t know how to act (yep)
With hanging chads you almost had Iraq
Got my vote—you started the internet

Take em to the bridge

tell me how you really feel

I saw this on the bumper of a car when I was leaving the grocery store and had to take the picture. The best part is that as I drove by I panned my head to see who was driving this social statement. It was none other than the non-married, balding, middle-aged man buying cat food and frozen pizzas while wearing socks and slip-on sandals, warm up pants and a tucked in multi-colored polo exposing a bit of a pot belly who was standing in front of me in line.

Go LA!

hair today, gone tomorrow

before

After years of going to places like, Fantastic Sams, Great Clips, Super Cuts and even Mr. George's barbershop in Knoxville I mark today as a turning point in my follicle life.

Two weeks ago I had a conversation with a friend in NYC and his wife (they shall both remain nameless) about haircuts. Due to some relatively bad cuts to his mop his wife (in his best interest) forbade him from frequenting the doors of the aforementioned businesses and their kin. Also my friend had some insane experience with a 'barber' whose abilities made Ray Charles more qualified to wield a pair of shears than this lady.

I, too, have had less than pleasant experiences with Sandi, Porche', Kiwi, 'Leisha, Tasha and too many more to count who have been given a small sheet of paper that I am supposed to trust thus allowing them to cut hair. I don't know A thing about who gives accreditation or what it takes to gain said certificate. So armed with a feeling of shared frustration and experience, I made the move to a salon.

Now just hold on before you start saying, "He moved to LA and now he's all Hollywood." When I get my nails done...then I'll open that door--but that's not in my intended future.

So I talked with Sarah (mom in the house where I live) and she recommended her salon so I called. I spoke with Johnnie (um...no question) who scheduled me for today at 1:00p.m. "Sorry, friend, I can't hang out with you because I have a hair appointment at 1:00!" I got there about 10 minutes early because I didn't know protocol for this whole thing. (I'm fairly sure at this point most of my female readers are laughing out loud because this is quite old hat for most of you but I am VERY new to this). He had a guy in the chair just finishing up before me who said Johnnie had been cutting his hair for more than 8 years. I was beginning to settle down and think it's all good.

I'm up.

After a short introduction and hair assessment I was told to go to the bathroom and put on the smock and "we'll wash your hair." So I went to the bathroom and began wondering...

...Do I take my shirt off and wear this smock like getting a physical at the doctor's office? Surely not. But then why go to the bathroom and give me a smock? Why not just give it to me in the chair? So maybe I do take off my shirt. If I'm not supposed to then that'd be weird for everyone in the salon! I decide to take off my shirt. Crap! There are two different kinds of smocks. I'm assuming one for ladies and one for men?! I have no idea. I just decide to pick one and go with it. I emerge hesitant and fake a confident demeanor.

Well it got easier from there. I sat in the chair and got my hair washed and then cut. I wanted something versatile that I could leave flat or faux-hawk it up. The whole process took about an hour and I felt great! We talked about the texture of my hair and some of the products I do use and some I should use.

I was taken care of and felt like this guy really knew what he was doing. I mean I guess this is like taking your car (if you care about it) to Bob's auto down the street because they can give you a better deal but you don't really know if Bob is any good at what he does OR you can take it to the dealer who specializes in your car and washes and cleans your car. It's all about the details. You leave with not only a great looking and performing car but peace of mind and confidence. That is exactly how I felt. I was even given a "week warranty" where if I want it shorter within a week of getting it cut I can come back and he'll fix it.

This experience for me was worth budgeting for my monthly hair care.

i'm a believer

...CSI...

I was working the other night and someone was like, "Hey, I know that guy." I looked at him and instantly knew him as the 'guy from JAG.' (David James Elliott)

A few observations:

1) He is a big guy (6'2" at least and probably 220lbs)
2) He seemed nice.
3) I was shocked how fast I recognized him....I mean JAG...come on.