You may all think I was shot out of the womb with beautiful hair, but it took many years to get the mullet, just right. In the 90's the dew was really long. Chicks really dug it, especially in hot tubs.



And though the long hair looked good on stage, I found myself playing more hockey and less guitar, so I had to scale back to the Jagr look.
But it was way back in 1984 when I got hazed by the high school hockey team that the story of the mullet begins.

This is the only picture in the world of me with short hair. Right after this happened I put a curse on the rink in which this happened. The rink closed down the next year, and was torn down.

Coincidence ???  Don't mess with the mullet.