Excerpt from an interview with Mr. Daytrotter:
Seasonal or not, Oldham’s beard is awesome. Though he is known for his soft and spare song canon, his facial hair is anything but. The coiffure is rough and natural, possibly a reflection of the surroundings of his home commonwealth. Oldham’s whiskers are also fairly dynamic, appearing as if to rapidly populate some cranial city (seriously, my active imagination has me thinking of the Species sequence wherein some alien life form starts to cover every square millimeter of the petrie dish) seconds away from conquering the crown and forehead. That’s not to say he has a rabid beast of a beard, just that it cultivates a sense of urgent growth.
Daytrotter: Does your beard ever get in your way and that’s why you’re sometimes found without it?
Oldham: It gets hot. Swimming is more fun beardless. And it is nice to check up on the face once in a while.
Anyway, the blond tufts offer an interesting topography full of peaks and valleys, highlights and shadows. Oldham’s beard is an exemplary representative of the great beard culture from Louisville.
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