My real father died when I was two years old, so I never knew him. He was a barber in Chicago.
I don't know if it was a single-blade or one of those straight-edge razors, but I used to play in bands that were, like, show bands and would play different clubs, and, in those days, I would go to the barber twice a week.
Right at the end of the war I wrote a piano sonata, which was written at a time when Sam Barber used to come down here and we used to have lunch together in a very nice old hotel that's now not there.
Colloquial poetry is to the real art as the barber's wax dummy is to sculpture.
If it's a Clean Bandit-related stress, there are smooth things they play on Classical FM that can help, such as Barber's 'Adagio for Strings,' or there is a choral version of it too that is very relaxing.
For me... you know, the most I've paid for a haircut was in Australia. Usually I go to a black barber or a Latino barber. I can't just go into Supercuts.
I sang barber shop harmony and sort of got into performing. And it just came naturally. Then, when I was in college after the war, I did a play, 'Pygmalion,' by George Bernard Shaw. And from then on, I knew that's what I wanted to do.
My father had the main barber- and beauty-supply business in the African-American community in Buffalo.
Small businesses are the heart and soul of South Carolina's economy - from our bait stores to our restaurants and barber shops.
I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.
