For me April means the 3rd Annual Nowhere X Nowhere, featuring 150 Bands, and many of the hottest Jambands around. April means the 9th Annual Hump Day in the Park, with 100 bands a season. April means I turn 39 and face certain pitstops along the road of getting older. I got the third haircut I've had in 13 years the other day. But you might have trouble with that request as I think it's permanent, so just make me look like a rock star.
Hair is so funny.
You really don't even see your own hair at all. I believe mirrors are evil, reflecting back a Bizzarro world of reverse images on slightly contoured surfaces giving us the impression of being in a fun house. Oh, I hear you alright. Like for instance, with my dreads, people would invariably ask me for weed or for doses. No matter what my opinion is on weed and doses, I don't think being an advertisement for them is too good in a police state, unless you're a dealer, but even then its more reason to cut your hair.