One Less Mullet in Shasta County

My husband came home sans ponytail last night. Apparently, five years of dealing with tangled, curly tresses is Craig's limit.

He stopped cutting his hair when we started playing music together -- it gave him a renegade-pirate look. Or maybe it was just an old-hippie-look. But it worked for me - I think bass players should have a slightly rakish persona.

But lopping off his hair was not enough. Craig also trimmed his beard short. So now my husband, who turns 50 in a couple months, looks about 14 years old.

Joe, my smart-mouthed kid said: "It's OK, Mom. If you cut your hair and trim your beard, you'll look younger, too."

UPDATE -

Craig: "It's alright, honey. I'll get one of those shirts with the arrow that says: 'THAT'S NOT MY MOTHER.'"

Respect for bass players and drummers?

Well -- that would be novel.

But according to an article in Discover magazine, a Swedish study "found that the ability to keep closely to a beat is a sign of superior intelligence." It has something to do with neural mechanisms that operate at a sub-conscious level.

Of course, it is much more fun to make jokes about bass players and drummers than it is to give them ::shudder:: respect -- so Ill send a free Sacramento River Whispers CD to the person who posts the best drummer or bass player joke.

Here's my favorite:

Did you hear about the time the bass player locked his keys in the car?

It took two hours to get the drummer out.