The Haircut 100 Story

Back in 1984 my friend Jeff and I were painting a shed in his backyard, listening to the red Arista Pelican West cassette on a boombox.  At a particularly "Caribbean" breakdown, he commented with 15 year old's wisdom that "this sounds like it's being blown in from some place."

His mother, passing by (in my mind's eye with a basket of laundry, but likely not) and affronted by such "wild" sounds, said "I wish it would blow out."

Janet ruled, though: she once said she was going to write a book on raising a child without a basement, and for that alone she should be commended.