In 2007, Iron & Wine released The Shepherd’s Dog, which for me graduated him from over-hyped Pitchfork darling to legitimately-hyped Pitchfork darling. Regardless of the music, however, Beam has an ace under his chin.
That’s a magnificent frickin’ beard. Seriously. It’s growth like this that renders me stupid and (almost) mute. So when I look at a hair garden like Beam’s, I see possibilities — like some uncolored 1980s coloring book bursting with potential for technicolor radiation not unlike a Care Bear Stare. Gentle, flowing, wise, friendly, prudent and full, this is the beard you’d expect a film professor to wear. It screams “I heart corduroy!” and “leather-bound book scavenger at your yard-sale” and “natural-born viking.”
Beam’s mane makes lions jealous.