Hair

From the outside, this looks just like any 'normal' ~(ie not designer) hairdressers, but walk inside and something strikes you.
The music.
This morning it was Neil Young, cant remember where the first couple where from, but after an interlude where I was played a track by Alejandro Escovedo, the rest of my 45 minute stay was to the sound of Live Rust.
The reason behind all this is that the two guys who appear to run it (but I think there is a woman or two too)are well into their music. Nick who cut my hair, a veteran of Glastonbury, and going this year too, and Simon, a music library second to none.
But it was when I mentioned that Alejandro Escovedo was playing the Bullingdon Arms in a months time (gig link), some 500 metres as the crow flys from where we were as a warm up for his Glastonbury appearance a day or two later, that Simon, who did not know that news, turns out to be a big fan. He delved into his bag, pulled out an ipod or two, searched, found a track, and plugged it into the salon's music system for me to hear, (having never heard him before). What all the women customers must have though, I have no idea.
We then went on to discuss our favourite Joni Mitchell albums, his 'Court and Spark' and Hissing of Summer Lawns' to my 'Hejira' and Don Juan's Reckless Daughter' and not as it is reported, 'Blue'.
Most men will balk at their wash and cut price, but for me, I get that and good music and decent banter. (and I can lean my bike up against their window, thats mine far right)