I lost my hair in San Francisco
My dad once made me a video of my trip to SF in 1996, and called it ‘I lost my hair in San Francisco’ as they took me for a haircut in a posh saloon and I came out with a choppy layered ‘Rachael from friends’ look.
This visit was to celebrate my Dad’s 60th birthday in the form of a benefit gig at the Freight and Salvage, Berkeley, 400 capacity, 70 artists/musicians (including me!) and a more intimate, but big enough, house party the following day.
Suffice to say, I lost my hair (and head) in SF again, albeit 14 years later.
Everyone’s hard work and effort really did culminate in a wonderful celebration of his 60 years and the great people he had befriended and with whom he has shared his interesting and varied life.………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….