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I couldn't stop looking at the hair-dos of the Pink Grease'rs. They should be megastars on that account alone. The platinum blonde shoulder-length assymetric fringe singer's, the guitarist's perfect latte mike, and the fluffiest hair I've seen outside a 70's glam-video on the bass-player. Plus his eyes, his eyes man... But they fucking rokkkkked.
At one stage I saw the quirkiest line of peeps for a long time - from back to front: some bloke in his sixties in off-white khakis and nicely pressed shirt, another bloke with perfect dreads almost touching his derriere, a stoat grinning like a madman and all the way upfront Django looking very very pleased.
A whale of a time was had! Plus I shook hands with barberoyalty! I won't wash for a week, now... |
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