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She takes off the gold chain holding my cross, and asks in a husky lap dance voice, what I want. She has great skin, small perfect tits and nipples that were obviously pinched for effect right before she entered through the beaded curtain. We both silently enter into a Mexican standoff, where neither acknowledges her her nudity. Her whole act is more suited for an erotic palm reader, or a tarot stripper. I feel like I have wandered into the lair of a vampire, but really I have come to expect this kind of ambush and I am neither rattled nor surprised when she enters the room in rib high pleated pants and no top. The room is dimly lit and you would never know it was day time outside. When I walk in she is playing some bizarre shit on her stereo, Suzy and The Banshees is ending and Sinead O'Connor starts to slither around the room as I get in the chair. Several other band guys and me help her stay in demand as the "go to stylist" of the A list. She knows my hair will be in front of three hundred people tonight.

I can trust her, because she knows what I want. She usually has beer and weed (I don't smoke) but it adds to the allure. It's cash only but she is a very good stylist. I show up at her house where she has been cutting hair off the books for years. I act like I'm not attracted to her and she pretends it makes her crazy. She has wanted to fuck me for years (so she says) and I don't know if the flirting is a tactic to get bigger tips or if she has real interest. It's last minute but I know she will fit me in. I call McBeth (the nickname we call the woman that cuts my hair, because of her Shakespearean flare for drama).

Ya it's dumb, but no one wants to be the goat, so we all secretly make arrangements with whoever cuts our hair. Meet at Johnny's at eight so we can ride in together." Who ever shows up with their old bullshit helmet head, pays the whole bands tab for this week at Bullwinkle's or you're fired. "Cut your hair off if you want to stay in this band. They all get the challenge shortly after six.

I leave them messages knowing they are at the music store, the garage, or painting houses. I can't shake the feeling the next day at work, so in between selling car stereos, I call all of the boys in the band. I'm no better rocking some asymmetrical, mullet, squib, hybrid not knowing if I am a lost skater or John Cougar. I imagine them marching in step while saying "Yabba dabba doo" over and over, feeling cool, but looking like everyone else. I'm watching them take smoke breaks on Tennessee Street when it hits me they look like they were punched out of the same factory in South Dakota. They flip their mullets using hairspray by the canful like they are the new guitarist for Poison. All the bands in town have long hair stuck in limbo between the late eighties and whatever is next. We create best-in-class web and mobile sites, apps, social marketing campaigns and digital experiences.īut that just scratches the surface of what we do.It starts a as a bet. We approach every project with a long-term view, confident that discipline and accountability delivers stellar results, earns trust, and works to build long-lasting relationships with our partner clients. Our prime objective is excellence in everything we do. And then? Deliver work that doesn’t just get noticed, but gets results. We hit the ground running every day with the singular goal to create something special. Within our walls, you’ll find some of the best and most forward-thinking strategists, technologists, and creative problem-solvers. Since 2007, Wrecking Ball is the place where smart, creative people want to work and where confident, ambitious clients come for sound strategy and sharp execution. It represents the beginning of something new – proof that change is in motion. For us, it's a welcome sign of better things to come. We exist for brands that are primed for change and ready for action.įor most people, a wrecking ball is a symbol of destruction.