Reporter Christopher Smith Gonzalez has agreed to undergo a makeover for the Glamour for Grammar fashion show on Aug. 14, 2013.
Fashion show and makeover plans are moving right along. Meanwhile, battle lines are being drawn over ... well, me.
I’m happy to report that not only are we getting a top-notch hair salon to pitch in, some cool folks have agreed to help pick out cloth. More on that in a future post, but suffice it to say that I’m intrigued and will likely be just as surprised as anyone at the finished product.
I’ve had a more than a few people stop to tell me how interested they are in seeing the new me. If you don’t want to miss that, make sure to get your tickets for want a front row seat for the Glamour for Grammar show.
But there are also folks lining up on the other side. There might be some at the show with “Team Caveman” shirts, I hear. (I hear this mainly because my girlfriend is leading the resistance!)
Why, you might ask, would anybody want to stop me from cutting my beard and putting on a new set of cloths? I’m not sure, but it might be that some folks, like my girlfriend, like the “caveman” look I sport. Some band mates started call me a caveman a few years back. (The joke was: bass, so easy a cave man can play it.) And I suppose if you see me in the morning before coffee or late at night after a long gig, I probably resemble a knuckle-dragging troglodyte.
But besides the joke, I think friends and family who have known me for a while have a real attachment to this long hair and bushy beard. I know I do. I started growing my hair when I was a student at Texas A&M University. I remember going through the awkward, itchy, mid-length stage. I got jokes from some before it finally reached the point where it got long enough to be cool.
The beard came years later when I traveled through India and Nepal for three months. During my travels, I got so sick that I at one point I couldn’t even get out of bed to shave. I got better eventually, but by then I had a pretty good scruff going. By the time I made it back the states, birds could have nested in my beard.
Since then, I have gone from wild man beard and hair to a trimmed-down look to a time when I even shaved it off completely. My best friend in that band (the guy rocking out with me in the picture) took one look and said, “I hate your face!”
What kind of reaction am I going to get this time around? We’ll see. It may be too early to pick sides, but feel free to let me know which team, Makeover or Caveman, you are leaning towards.