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What my hair looked like half my life ago. Yes that’s a thousand million long black cables, wires, headphones and cords which didn’t make nightly for the world’s most comfortable sleeping. Actually it was like cozying up to a plane crash and having many jagged metal parts poke into my brain. Think besides being amazingly original, impressively difficult and incandescently cool, this hairstyle was meant to let everyone know how committed I was to technology and to sound, and how profound and deep if not downright holy was my connection to music. Think I even attached an antenna to my head. I have no idea how long I made this look work. Surely the excessive discomfort I enjoyed nightly put finally a stop to things. Kids right. But what is art if you don’t suffer for it a little bit.

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But What is Art

What my hair was like in 2004. Yes that’s a thousand million long black cables and wires and headphones and cords which didn’t nightly make for the world’s most untroubled sleeping. Truthfully it was like snuggling my head into a plane crash and having many jagged metal parts poke into my brain. Think the look besides being pretty original and totally cool was meant to let everyone know how committed I was to technology and to sound, and how uniquely in love I was with The Music. I’ve no idea how long I made this look work. Surely the unbelievably terrible sleeps I enjoyed during that time put finally a stop to things. Kids right. But what is art if you don’t suffer for it a little bit.

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