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Story: Throw Some Perm On Your Attitude

Prior to around 24 hours ago, I hadn’t had a haircut since October. While three months isn’t the longest stretch of time to go without a trimming of the hairs, my hair tends to grow in rather quickly & rather full so I was rocking a mess AF mop. I had an idea, while my hair was at length, to do something new with it. I’m always one who is up for a “hair adventure” & my brain came up with the bright idea that I should attempt a perm. My hair naturally is rather stick straight with only the slightest, tiniest, incremental bit of natural wave, that pops its little head out when salt is introduced into my follicle formula, but I was after a more permanent solution for my hair.

A bit of trivia that I learned while on this quest, but the term “perm” is actually short for “permanent hairstyle.” Maybe I’ve just been living under a rock & should have known that, but whether or not you were in the know regarding that information before, it’s out there on this site now for all of us to share in the common knowing of the thing.

I started by posting on my social to see if anyone I know or who knows me knew of anyone in the Nashville area who still offers perms, they’ve fallen a bit out of vogue, I feel, so I wasn’t sure. I was given a few names from friends & I reached out to each of them but ended up only finding dead ends. (Tried to refrain from making a hair joke there.) My next step was to reach out to local salons & see who could help me with my request. I reached out to a few local salons in the area that I’d either been to in the past or had people around me mention. They each told me that they didn’t do them until I got to Bea Rose Salon.

Bea is where I typically get my haircut on the reg from a guy named Joe Linkin. Joe is a veteran in the men’s haircut & styling space & always gives a trustworthy & thorough haircut. I didn’t reach out to Joe first simply because I knew HE didn’t perm & I wasn’t sure the studio he works out of now does either. I decided to reach out to the salon just to see.

When I got in contact with them they initially told me the same story I was hearing around town, that no one really does them any more, but they offered to check in with some of their stylists to see. Not more than thirty minutes later they were calling me back to tell me that while one of their stylists, Andi, hadn’t done one in a while, he was willing to give it a go & attempt the perm, however, he first wanted to meet with me to do a consultation. We set up the consultation for that same day & I came in to see what we could do with my hair!

Andi Sylvester & I met in the evening about two weeks ago now. He took me over to his station in the salon, sat me down, & began to examine the untamed mass atop my head. He & I came to the consensus that, while in order to perm the whole of my head I’d need to grow it out for a month or two, we would do the top & ditch the sides so that I had something manageable to deal with during Grammy’s week which was approaching. Additionally, he didn’t want to ‘poach’ me from Joe, so we met with Joe to go over the plan to cut my hair prior to the perming, as well as following up the perm with a trimming. We decided to block out three hours on the salon schedule to make the whole thing work. Initially this whole saga was planned for last week. The weather, the pile of snow that we got in Nashville, & the week worth of below freezing temperatures said otherwise, so we got bumped til yesterday.

I arrived at Bea Rose just short of noon. Andi, Joe, & I sat together at Joe’s station & further established the plan. I pulled a few pictures of permed styles that I liked & we decided to go almost the undercut route; longer on the top with very tight faded sides. Joe got to cutting & in under an hour I was partially styled, the rough was in place. With the roughage gone, it was Andi’s turn.

We first clarified my hair, stripping it of any chemicals, products, or oils that would stop the solution from taking to my hair. Next Andi got to rolling. It took him around an hour fifteen to an hour & a half to get the top of my hair in rollers. The method he used would take a strand, press it between to sheets of some sort of hair paper, then roll. He told me that the paper helps to insure that the ends of the hair also end up curled so there’s not some weird disconnect. With my hair all rolled up it then came time for the solution.

The way a perm works, at least from my understanding, is that it breaks down the bonds of the hair. After around twenty minutes of those bonds being eroded, you rinse the solution & add a neutralized that helps to resolidify them in their new position, which when your hair is rolled up, ends up being in the form of curls. Andi decided to pull my rollers prior to using the neutralizer just so the curls wouldn’t be quite so tight. It worked wonders!

I’m going to be honest, when I got back to the chair I was a little startled. It’s a rather weird feeling to go away from an area with one thing that you’ve had your entire life & come back forty minutes later with something completely different. Additionally the curls were a lot at the beginning, they also weren’t styled. It wasn’t processing in my brain that this was as tight as the curls were going to be & that over the next 48 hours into the weeks that followed, the curls would loosen up & settle somewhere between a curl & a wave.

I think that Joe caught the slight look of panic on my face & quickly ushered me over to his chair to trim it up. He explained to me as he was reshaping the new form of madness the different ways in which I could style it, additionally he talked me through ways to dry it that would allow the curls to loosen a bit & give more of the wave I was initially looking for. Styled & dried we met back up with Andi who took a few pictures & video of his masterful work & out the door I went.

It’s still a tad jarring. Every time I look in the mirror or touch my hair I have to be like “oh yeah, it’s curly now.” I would assume it’s a similar feeling to getting a new tattoo & forgetting about it until a mirror or your eyes remind you of it. The shock of it aside, I think I really like it & I’ve gotten a ton of very positive feedback thus far from those of you who have seen it! The team at Bea Rose Salon did an incredible job & we all got to go on a little bit of an adventure where we didn’t entirely know where we were going to land, which I think we all need a little more of in our lives.

Key take aways here. One; don't be afraid to change up your look. I know that can be intimidating but at the end of the day it’s just hair, it’s just make-up, it’s just clothes, they can all be changed. Two; the perm solutions smells a little like cat pee. It does, but with almost a fragrance aspect to it too. If you want to know what a similar smell would be seek out Mixed Emotions by Byredo. Three; be playful. At the end of the day a lot of the things that we obsess over or put a lot of stock into are just frivolities, have fun. Life doesn’t have to be serious all the time.

Here’s wishing you a phenomenal weekend &/or week!

As always, much love,

-C

Story: Let's Go Back, Back To The Beginning

Earlier this week I grabbed coffee, or rather tea because I’m trying to cut my caffeine intake, with a new friend. At one point in the conversation he brought up my blogs. You know, this thing you’re currently feasting your eyes upon. The first thing he asked me was “how & why did you get started doing blogs” & it occurs to me now that I’ve never formally had that conversation with you all who return week after week, drift in & out, or have randomly stumbled upon this here post. It was an interesting thing to talk about & kind of piece together along the way as I told him the story but the idea of recounting it here hadn’t occurred to me until today when I sat down to write, at which time I was met with a random passing “how did you get started, how far have you come?” question while pilfering through the internet.

My blog page started as a recommendation blog. I had a former manager who commented on the fact that I always have food & drink recommendations for people when they go anywhere & that I should compile a list so that people can access that information at any time without having to text or DM me. The first one, naturally, was Nashville. I compiled a list of restaurants on one blog post & bars on another & published it to actually fairly moderate success. In fact the blog still remains actively edited to this day when I remember to make edits & feel like adding in new restaurants/bars or when some of the ones on the list have closed. From there my recommendation blogs continued. I did an LA food one next, followed by LA drink, then came Kansas City, which I’m pretty sure is a combination blog, & Portland, which I know for a fact is.

Now around this time the mailing list craze was really kicking off & I went to a seminar about marketing for artists such as myself. Someone on one of the panels brought up that one artist they knew did a weekly blog where she detailed & documented her week & then sent it out as a newsletter before the weekend. This sparked the idea of these now weekly blogs.

I knew I didn’t think my day to day life was interesting or varied enough to entice readers to come back week after week so instead I opted for a different approach. My blogs would be varied. Sometimes they would be recommendation blogs, sometimes recipes since I cook quite often, sometimes they would actually be about an event I experienced if I found that event to be interesting enough for a retelling.

Around the time I started to write blogs happened to coincide with the events & civil rights travesties of the Trump Administration. As someone who found himself incredibly politically literate & in possession of a platform, I started writing blogs highlighting the damage that was being done to The USA at large. Additionally, within that same vein, I started to write think pieces directed towards those reading who I knew might fall on the conservative spectrum about more liberal policies & why they are beneficial. I tried to frame them from the perspective of someone who would be against them to mixed success. I continued on this track, using my blog to post my opinions as well as resources when natural or political disasters struck. It wasn’t until May of 2021 that I started doing travel blogs.

Evan & I ended up in Maui right around the time that the tourism industry reopened in Hawaii. I had gone to finish the open water side of my dive certification & had just invested in a GoPro to grab footage of our time there. I did it partially for content & also so the people I knew that cared to know about my adventures had a place to turn to & get the inside scoop of all the goings on of my travels. Additionally it allowed me to combine a lot of the elements of what I was doing; storytelling, recommendations, etc., into one single post in one single place. The thing I ended up underestimating was the time in which each of these travel blogs take.

So the travel blogs ate up a lot of time, most of them ended up being around a two to three week series that took me around the totality of the week to complete for each. I had to write the stories, link the places, go through edit & add the photos, place the photos aesthetically, etc. etc. etc. but I quickly found that these were my most popular submissions. That’s until I wrote a blog called “No Hate Like Christian Love.”

NHLCL was really a think piece for me, a plea for the evangelicals of the world to look at how they were asked to behave in the book they claim to cling to & compare that to the way they are actually perceived by the world & also understand why “the church” is dying. It remains my most popular blog to this day, out performing each of my weekly submissions during the week they’re posted. NHLCL still garners easily around one hundred individual views a week just from people either searching for something of the like or having stumbled upon it some other way. It has, aside from each of my travel blogs, been the biggest source of outreach & foot traffic to this, my website.

So where are we today? Well, this piece, I suppose, could be filed under “story.” The shape that my blog has taken over the years is very reflective of who I am as an individual, all encompassing. I think, if I were to choose a direction for it to go, it would mostly remain in the story telling world, specifically as a recounting of my travels & the highs & lows of my life. I like to think that my blog has a positive influence on the world, as small or large as that is, but I suppose that’s for you all to decide, not me. The hard part about getting travel content for you all is getting to travel, having the funds & time to scour the globe for my next adventure to bring back & share with you all. If that weren’t as much of an issue, I think this blog would definitely take that shape more often than not. I’m always down for feedback though! I’d love to know what you’ve liked & disliked about my blog over the years. I’d love to know what you’d like to see more of or less of. I’m always intrigued to know who is reading my posts, why, & what they got out of it.

As always,

Much love to you all & thank you for supporting this crazy weekly thing that I do!

-C

Story: Have I Shown You The Peace Lilies Yet?

For those of you that don’t know, a large portion of my at-home COVID quarantining has been spent redecorating & repairing my home. This is partially due to the fact I want to sell it & move closer to town (I live out in BFE) but mostly to do with the fact that I haven’t redecorated my home since I was in college. She needed a serious update. Aside from new paintings, a new couch, new comforter, wood flooring, rugs, etc., I’ve also begun trying my hand at plant parenting, something I’m very much not good at.

If you know my mother you’ll know that she was blessed with a green thumb & then some, it’s truly more of a green hand at this point. That trait is apparently not genetic as both my sister & I can attest. That being said I wanted to add a little more green into my redecorating than I’d had before. The only problem is my house is shady all day with the exception of the very end of the day when the setting sun blares through the few west facing windows I have. I also have animals that like to get into everything; two mischievous cats & a golden retriever puppy that eats anything he can get his mouth around. (Harvey, my older golden doesn’t bother anything, he’s the goodest boy.) So I had to be very strategic when going about my plant buying.

I needed:

  • Something that likes low light

  • Something that’s low maintenance

  • Something that won’t harm my pets when they eventually eat part or all of it

    So armed with these three basic requirements & my extreme lack of knowledge when it comes to plant care Evan & I headed to Lowe’s.

I know I should have gone to some mom & pop but I didn’t, I’ll do better next time I swear.

Anyway.

We entered the plant section of Lowe’s & began scanning the tags of each plant & the internet for options that met the above criteria when we were approached by a young, brown haired woman in a red vest. She was about 5’6'“ & was vibing. And when I say vibing, I mean this lady was high AF!!! Enter the head of the plant department. I.E. this woman. She shot us a sluggish smile before asking if we needed any assistance. We did. So we asked.

Our first stop on the tour de plant was the peace lilies. It was clear from the moment she walked us to them that this woman adored her some peace lilies. She stood there with us rattling off fact after fact about peace lilies; how easy they were to maintain, how much they thrive in the shade….she failed to mention that lilies of any kind in your home are toxic to both cats & dogs…..don’t worry, I didn’t buy one. We move on from the peace lilies & she brings us over to these squatty little palm trees with prickly trunks. She was not a fan. Her love for the peace lily did not extend to this perky little palm. Why? Because no one buys them apparently so her job as head of the plant department is to arrange them in size order; older, tall ones in the back, newer, small ones up front. A simple enough task. However, since they never sell, according to her, she has to move them all the time to make room for the ones they get in & apparently they scratch your arms up real bad.

Dissuading us from purchasing this palm that she also deemed “boring” she pondered a moment before becoming filled with excitement over her next choice in plant!……The peace lily. That’s right, right after showing us the peace lilies & stepping away to show us a palm it had completely escaped her altered mind that she had already shown us the peace lilies.

“OH! Have I shown you the peace lilies?!” she exclaimed as she moved between us back towards their pallet. Before a word could be said in protest she had begun her speal about the lilies once again. This happened, & I kid you not, three. more. times! She’d show us a plant, show us the lilies, show us a plant, show us the lilies, & on & on it went.

Finally I interjected, thanking her for her assistance & picked out a few of the other, smaller plants she had shown us. A fern & dragons tongue I believe, not that it really matters. From there I stumbled upon the clearance section of the department where I found a small, sad looking bulb cactus planted atop an old beer can whose label read “can’t touch this.” The pun lover in me had to get it, had to get the sequestered, full sun plant, had to place it in my shaded home & nurse it back to health. As soon as I went to turn around from the shelf, cactus in hand, there she was, the department head. She explained the cactus would be fine, it just needed a little sun & a weekly misting before she took it & slapped a 99 cent sticker over the $5 price tag. “Truly the easiest plant to care for” she said. “Not unlike the peace lilies!”

“Have I shown you the peace lilies yet?”

Blog: Obliterated

About two & a half years ago I was sitting on the steps inside my former manager’s Hollywood apartment jotting lyrics into my notes app to a song, humming softly to each line that popped into my head, all while Danny sat less than three feet to my left at the computer programing a track. This song started as an idea I had in passing about those who had lost their love & never recovered, those whose hearts had been truly & utterly “Obliterated.” Fast forward to today when I’m having my first ever international feature release with an artist I’ve come to call a friend, Hektor Mass!

Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m going to fill in the details from the last 2.5 years, I’m just currently in a bit of a state of disbelief that this song is finally seeing the light of day, especially in its current form!

If you don’t know songwriters there’s a little known fact about us that I think the outside world should know. Much like your Miranda Rights, anything you say or do can be used against you in a song. Thus many of us have hidden lists; in our phones, on our computers, in notebooks, on random post-it notes, of all the things we’ve heard in passing or all the thoughts that crossed our head that we think would make intriguing song ideas. As I mentioned above (see above), I had the idea for a completely decimated heart in passing. I’m not entirely sure how long it sat in my notes, but I don’t feel like it was there for that long before it got put to use.

The fire that ignited the idea for Obliterated, sonically, came from a song called “Lips on You” by Maroon 5. Danny, otherwise known as The Delta Mode, & I were driving around in Billie, our former manager’s, car & I had the aux. I put on the song & remarked about loving the production, to which Danny said “you know we should do something in the similar vein!” That was really all it took. We got back from BevMo & immediately got to work on the song.

I remember it not taking long to write. I remember it lyrically being a very stream of consciousness idea as Danny started to assemble the bones that would make up parts of the track you hear today. I’d pitch him lines, he’d tweak them lyrically or melodically or offer me another approach, but the song as a whole took about 30-45 minutes to write that day. I remember Danny & I had a long discussion regarding the use of the word “Obliterated” itself. At the time the idea was to do the song then potentially release it under The Delta Mode, so Danny’s concern was that German audiences, where he lives, wouldn’t be able to say/understand the word. My counterpoint was “good, make them look it up, drive more views to the song.” So the lyric stayed.

After the initial write was done Danny set up a small tracking mic in Billie’s closet. Truly a three foot by two foot space with a ceiling that sat about five and a half feet tall. For those that have never seen me in person, I’m a tall gent, 6’4” to be exact, so did I record vocals with my head cocked to the side, right up against the ceiling the whole time? You bet your ass I did.

The session itself happened at some point in the afternoon. I think I, myself, took a break & ventured down to Barry’s in Hollywood. By the time I got back Danny had taken Billie’s Ovation guitar & recorded a drop lick very reminiscent of Slash himself! Of course it had gone through compressors & filters galore to get from sounding like an acoustic guitar to an electric but parts of that guitar line are still present in the songs current form!

From there we had a very well produced demo, it got passed around amongst our friends & collaborators & everyone was head over heals for it, but I thought it was missing something. A second verse. See, at this point in time the song was just a verse, pre-chorus, chorus, & post chorus then it had a drop & would repeat everything save the verse a few times. I sat with the song for weeks trying to wrap my head around a second verse idea but I couldn’t for the life of me recapture the inspiration I had the afternoon it was written. So I took it to Evan Michael. Evan was very keen to write on the song, he loved the idea, the melody, etc. He was able to see the song from an outside perspective & find new angles to come at it with. And thus the second verse was born.

From here the song entered a series of disagreements. Danny would want one thing, I’d want another, we’d try to compromise to no avail; I am hardheaded after all. Danny himself claims to have done about a hundred different versions of the song but was never happy with it himself, so it was put on ice for about a year. The next time the song came up was to be under the newly minted Delta Mode, a group that expanded outside of just Danny & his brothers, in which the production would be cut back to the original demo, vocals would be recut, & the second verse would be added. However, it never came to be. Once again disagreements, misunderstandings, & life got in the way & the song was iced indefinitely.

Having finished that last paragraph I’d like to interject something here. Music is a creative medium, it is very personal. We all, as musicians & songwriters, want for our vision of a song, especially one that’s personal to us, to be our vision. It’s hard to let other people’s ideas in to that vision from time to time. No one is the bad guy in this situation, no one is to blame, we’re all on good terms still, there’s no need to take sides on any of this, it’s simply the music business. Got it? Okay, good. Onward we go.

Like I said, the song was on ice for quite a while. I had many friends asking when it’d be released or how & I honestly loved how much people loved the song, I knew it had to come out in some form. Enter fate.

A friend of mine from LA, who is a writer & artist began posting a lot of different things with a Spanish gent in LA. I was curious who he was as I’d never seen him in any of his stories in the past so I acquired. He told me his name was Hektor Mass a DJ/Producer in town from Barcelona whom he was showing around. I was told to check him out, so I did! I followed Hektor, added songs of his to my workout playlist, then we began to interact with one another over Instagram. This continued for a few months before I eventually ended up in Spain for Medusa during August of 2019 & who was the headliner for the opening party of Medusa Spain? Hektor Mass.

Unfortunately I missed Hektor’s set due to delays & I was honestly a little upset I wasn’t going to get to hear his music live or have the chance to meet him face to face. Call it manifestation or destiny or whatever but on the last night of Medusa who did I see at the bar? Hektor Mass. We struck up a brief conversation, I told him about “Obliterated” & he asked me to send his way. He loved the song but wanted to put his spin on it & make it his own.

From there I reconnected with Danny after about a year of distance & he sent over the stems for the original track and Hektor & I got to work in LA. Hektor wanted to keep a lot of the bones of the track, which we did, but this is the point in which we pulled Max Hurrell into the mix. Max is an incredibly talented young producer out of Adelaide, Australia who now resides in Los Angeles, someone I am also proud to call friend. Hektor, Max, & I sat down in small classroom studio at MI Hollywood & hashed out the song. We pulled up all stems, sorted through them, kept the ones we liked, ditched the ones we didn't, & began to move forward. At this point Hektor proposed a rewrite of the verse melody, siting that he wanted it to be more rhythmic with less space to give people something to dance to live. I struggled with the idea for a while, thinking I had to rewrite these lyrics I’d grown so attached to but in the end we were able to find a nice compromise! We pulled a lot of the same lyrics but added new ones in to fill the rhythmic chunks that were missing. We gutting the chorus instead opting for a verse, pre, chorus, verse, pre, chorus, drop, chorus, post chorus set-up!

Next we went to Capitol Records’ demo studios to retrack vocals. (Thanks Jenna!) It was honestly one of the most affirming yet grueling vocal sessions of my life. Max & Hektor were looking for a very specific vocal performance out of me, which after a while I believe they got! I sang higher & fuller than I think I have on most of my tracks & left the studio that night exhausted. I’m pretty sure we ended up cutting hours of just adlib vocal.

I went home to Nashville the next day but Max & Hektor continued working on the song over the next two to three weeks replacing a large chunk of the original track & adding a whole assortment of new melodic themes & ideas into the mix. I was blown away when they sent me the initial mix. Which we then sent off to Jonathan Roye here in Nashville to mix & then to Mike Monseur for master. Finally the song was complete!

After finalizing everything the song came out today, March 13th! There’s a lyric video here:


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Credits:

Performed By:

Hektor Mass, Charlie Rogers

Produced By:

Hektor Mass, Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Max Hurrell

Written By:

Charlie Rogers, Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Hektor Mass, Evan Michael

Drop Guitar By:

Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath

Keys By:

Charlie Rogers, Hektor Mass, Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Max Hurrell

Guitar By:

Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Max Hurrell

Drums/Rhythm By:

Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Max Hurrell

Synth By:

Hektor Mass, Danny “The Delta Mode” Bernath, Max Hurrell

Mixed By:

Jonathan Roye

Mastered By:

Mike Monseur