The Pink Hairs played three instrumentals before they got around to doing a song with words, last Thursday at the Bullfinch. And that song only had three or four words, depending on how you spell. “Gimme! Some! Now!”
So we gave them some applause, then, and drinks afterwards, and became fast friends with this young suburban sensation who claimed they “could not have been more nervous” but didn’t show it. Perhaps it was because we were looking at their pink hair (wigs) without noticing quivering shoulders or such.
In adorable new-band fashion, PH played every song they knew, then one of them again. their set was sped up (nervousness, natch) so they filled in the extra time with half-practiced tunes they hope to have improved upon when they play The Bullfinch again sometime next month.
One thing the Pink Hairs might not have next time: pink hair.
“The wigs got in the way. We never rehearsed with them. We’re not that good,” claimed singer Cassie Wary. “I need to look at my fingers when I play and I couldn’t sometimes because the wig would fall forward.
The band is not changing its name. They Pink Hairs insist that they will find another way to work pink hair into their act. We drunkenly suggested a few ways ourself, and we’ll just have to see if they take our suggestion.
Tonight: Outline of Sanity and Do We Agree at the Bullfinch… Queen of Seven Swords at Hamilton’s… Gloria in Profundis at D’ollaire’s…