05 August 2006

today i was walking through chinatown, down waverly lane, and was stopped there by a barber playing the oud from inside his empty barber shop. his barber shop was so small that the echo was quite loud, the reverb amplifying his oud so that it could be heard all up and down the alley, with a nasally ting like a distorted amp. just barber walls ceiling and floor, hard for the hair to be swept up clean. he was playing a song from schuberts winterreise. really wonderfuly out of tune in all the right places.
this is why i always cut my own hair.