I went to get my haircut on Thursday. My barber is a great guy named Louis. He’s part of a lost art, a true barber. He still uses mostly scissors, is incredibly fast, and still shaves around the trimmed areas with a straight edge. He really is a throwback to a bygone era. He’s been in our area for almost 30 years. Every time I come in he tells me about some man who came in who had gotten his haircut from Louis when he was a little kid, and now he has kids the same age. A great guy with a great sense of humor, kind, considerate, and very good at what he does.
The last time I went in, though, he played this music that I really could have done without. One of my great fears is that Freddy Fender will make a comeback (ok, maybe not a great fear, but a fear nonetheless). He’s one of those stars that needs to stay in the past (and honestly, I'm not sure why he was ever a star in the first place). Never heard of him? You’re not missing much, in fact, count it a true blessing from God. His one great hit was “Wasted Days and Wasted Nights”, and yes, that was the first song played on the immortal CD Louis had. Ah, but it gets worse. The next song was Freddy’s rendition of B. B. King’s, “The Thrill is Gone.” Suffice it to say if Freddy had cut that song first, no one would have heard of it. Then I was privileged to hear Freddy’s version of the “Wichita Linemen”, an old Glen Campbell song. Yes, I was on the verge of tears, but they were not tears of joy, or tears due to an incredibly moving song. It was incredibly moving, I wanted to move right on out of there. After that, I tried with all I had to block out any other songs. It worked. I guess growing up with three sisters and learning to block them out has paid off. "God uses all things together for good to those who love Him. . . " Yep, it's true.
Labels: fear, Freddy Fender, haircut
