I want to do your hair
So much more than just a song and a haircut...

“Come, sit in my chair,” he beckons with his sexy baritone voice, accompanied by the not-so-subtle techno beats that hit on the accentuated, drawn out request.
“I want to do your hair.”
You comply. He has already enthralled you with a sound you’ll never be able to wash out of your hair. But you don’t care; it’s an aural salve you want to soak into your follicles, beyond your bones and grip your heart.
As he lowers your ears, he lowers your pulse. You start to dream and sway, but not above your waist; he needs you to keep that still as he does your hair.
But still, you move.
I want to do your hair contains exactly one song, but you wouldn’t know it as there is an English version, then it’s sung in French and even more remixes to remind you that your hair — as you believe you know it and have worn it for years — is simply a canvass, a malleable medium in his hands. He can take the image you see in the mirror and remake you.
You can become anything just by remixing your own familiar song.
I sometimes write short reviews for things.



Love this riff, G!
One of my favorite albums created by one of thee world's kindest hum0ns.