Today I did something that I felt was long overdue….I cut my hair off. My friend Natalie, recommended I go to the place where she gets her hair cut. It’s close to my house, a quick bike ride.
Most of the stylists in the salon were men, unlike most salons I’ve been to. They all were from a different part of the world. It was like a circus of accents bouncing around the room. Robbie, the guy who cut my hair kept calling me “Tonto†because I was wearing a headband when I walked in. He was Scottish, and he took a quick liking to my red hair.
I usually don’t talk much when I get a hair cut. Having someone combing my head puts me in a trance. This time however, I was talking up a storm. Robbie really knows how to chew the fat. He and the other stylists from other countries were hootin and hollerin across the room, and I was joining in.
Haircuts can be uncomfortable for me. I don’t like sharp scissors buzzing around my ears. I don’t know if it is real or not, but I have a memory of my mom nicking my ear once during one of the many times she cut my hair in the kitchen.
After Robbie whacked off most of my hair, he started telling all the other guys to come and look how much hair was on the ground. I have a lot of hair. He swept it into a pile. It looked like Sean White was buried from the hair down.
I wasn’t shocked. I’d seen this many times before on the kitchen floor. Sometimes after my mom cut my hair, and I cleaned it up. Sometimes I’d take a handful of it into the bathroom and see what certain parts of my face looked like with hair.
A while back when I was shooting my video, Downtown (my label) hired a stylist to come to my house and cut my hair. She charged three hundred dollars to cut my hair. This was arguably the most overpriced thing to ever happen to my head.
She cut my hair on my back patio all the while talking about Fergie and the Black Eyed Peas. She did all of Fergie’s hair and makeup on their last tour. When she finished, she put her stuff away, and left without cleaning up my hair. I couldn’t believe it. She just left my back patio looking like an orangutan-eating monster came and coughed up a hairball. For three hundred dollars I could get someone to clean my whole house, do my taxes, fix my toilet, and cut my hair.
Robbie’s haircut cost forty dollars. It was still expensive but, worth every penny. He can cut my hair anytime.
