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The words every man dreads hearing: “You’re getting a little thin up there.” And with that – no fanfare, no drama, no time for a neurotic outbreak – my barber Daniel snipped off the strands of my faux combover. ”It’s 2010,” he went on. ”Time for a fresh start.”
It was true. One always wonders about the guy who has that one strand of hair carefully arranged over an obviously bald head. How does he do that? How does he face his loved ones when he gets wet? Isn’t he worried it might be windy today? For the last year, I was well down the road to becoming one of those guys.
What I learned over the last few years is that nobody plans for a combover. They’re insidious. They are the product of years of attrition, denial, compensation and the simple refusal to adapt to new ways of brushing your hair.
SF Chronicle: Carlos Avila Gonzalez
There’s something comforting about the No BS treatment at traditional men’s barber shops, a fading breed, run for the most part by old guys who have been doing nothing but giving no-BS quick & dirty haircuts for eons. San Francisco has a couple of fancy locations – Mister and The Barber Lounge – which say they are barber shops but are in reality more like ultra-masculine salons. More memorable, though, is Original Palace Barber Shop at 2nd and Mission. Basically a bunch of chairs pushed together in a mound of the eccentric absentee owner’s garbage (must be seen to be believed), Original Palace is staffed by a crew of several 50+ men, all foreign with indeterminate nationalities, and one terribly unlucky woman. Never a wait and never out of there in more than 20 minutes.
My local barber shop is the simply-named Montclair Barber Shop. Its proprietor, Rocky Becker, a near-silent character I see all the time on Mountain Boulevard smoking and sucking down coffee, was recently profiled in the San Francisco Chronicle. To be in Rocky’s chair is to be transported somewhere into the early 1970s. He’s got his Raiders calendar, a few shots of his Harley – and that’s all you get to see because after 5 minutes you are done, $20 and a pile of hair lighter. Not the greatest haircut, but that’s not what you were there for – nothing some pomade and an encore in four weeks can’t fix.
Al Davis, early 1960s, current hairstyle
The Chronicle was principally interested in the shop because of its longtime relationship with Oakland Raiders owner Al Davis, who’s been getting his hair cut by Rocky for 49 years. The Raiders of the 70s were known for their hard partying, rebellious personae and straight-up intimidation of their opponents. ”Just win, baby” was their mantra. And of course they were one of the most successful franchises, a regular visitor to the playoffs and winner of three Super Bowls. Al Davis is one of the founders of the modern NFL, one of the world’s great business growth stories, and a member of its Hall Of Fame.
Davis may not be loved, but the media and Raider Nation remains entranced by the Davis mystique. They are fascinated by Davis for never changing, a throwback – and for almost 40 years one of the cleverest, most influential men in football. They also lay his lack of success in the last decade – the Raiders now officially own the worst 7-year run in NFL history – for never changing. ”He still likes to maintain his look,” Becker told the Chronicle. “You’ve got to maintain what you have. Al’s a big believer in that.”
Change is hard work. Sometimes it needs to be tough love, other times it’s letting someone or something just go to town on you. You gotta cut off those old strands flying in the wind and move on.
Hurrah for traditional barber shops! Thank you for letting me stay the same as long as I could and then making me change when it was the right thing to do. Long may you wave.
