Kid Haircut Biography
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The band was originally formed by pin-up Heyward (guitar, vocals), Les Nemes (bass), Tim Jenkins (guitar) and Rob Stroud (drums).
Jenkins left quite early on when the band was unsigned. He was later followed by Stroud who joined the punk band The Sex Gang
Children. Graham Jones left The Low Numbers to join the band, which at the time was named 'Moving England'. Stroud was replaced
by Patrick Hunt on drums who played on their first single, "Favourite Shirts (Boy Meets Girl)". Hunt was fired and replaced by the
American Blair Cunningham. Cunningham replaced the drum track on the album version of "Favourite Shirts (Boy Meets Girl)",
although the single had the original drums played by Hunt. During their early gigs, Phil Smith and Mark Fox were drafted to play
saxophone and percussion respectively. Originally meant to be session musicians, they were asked to join the line up of the band
when they signed to Arista Records.
Haircut 100 appeared just as New Wave was peaking. They were quickly successful: their first single, 1981's "Favourite Shirts (Boy
Meets Girl)" reached number four in the UK Singles Chart. Their next single, "Love Plus One", reached number three and broke the
Top 40 in the United States. The following two singles "Fantastic Day" and "Nobody's Fool" each reached number nine in the UK.
Haircut 100 seemed poised for stardom, then Heyward left the band in January 1983 to pursue a solo career. Percussionist Marc Fox
took Heyward's place as vocalist. In 1984, the band released the album Paint and Paint, but broke up soon after.
In 2004 all of the band's ex-members reunited for an episode of VH1's series Bands Reunited.
Now you know you've never seen a photo of my kids here on this blog, and you never will. Some things -- not a lot, but some -- remain
sacred. But I can't do justice to this post without sharing a shot of Babygirl. Here she is.
Well, at least the top one-third of her. What I want you to get a look at is her unruly hair that is clearly a hot mess and in her way. So,
part of the reason her hair a hot mess is because she just ran strained pears through it and before that, she'd been outside sweating,
so sweat + pears = hot mess. But the other reason Babygirl's hair is mildly problematic is that it's always in her face. I try to put it up in
ponytails, but Babygirl has hair like chicken feathers. It's soft and thin and won't hold a style for more than two minutes. El esposo
keeps begging me to let him at least trim her bangs, but he knows I'm going to say no, because everybody knows that Black hair rule
#1 is that you never, ever, ever cut a Black baby's hair before she turns one! That's like biblical law. Like 100-years-of-bad-luck-or-else
law.
I did an unofficial survey of random Black women and they all confirmed that you don't cut a Black baby's hair before age one. When I
asked why, the reasons varied and included:
"I don't know, you just don't do it."
"If you cut it, their hair will never grow."
"Cutting a baby's hair is just bad luck. For the baby and the mother."
"I'm not sure exactly, but I know it has something to do with the baby's skull not being fully hardened."
And as Babygirl's godmother said, "You might just invite bad spirits if you touch her hair too soon."
Okay then.
The way I look at it, Babygirl has less than two months before we can trim some of those locks so she can actually see. I think she'll
survive. I don't know if I actually believe the legends, but it's a tradition I've followed with my boys and so I'm going to keep it up, for
tradition's sake. We have so few of those left anyway. And while I'm 99 percent sure that bad spirits have better things to do than hunt
us down because of an early hair cut, that one percent would probably keep me up at night.
What do you think, dear readers? Have you heard that you should never cut a baby's hair before age one? Is this really only a Black
thing? What are the consequences you've heard for early cutters? And I know Black people can't be the only ones with wacky
traditions around a child's first year of life. Let's hear yours.
You know I'm listening.
Peace!
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