I wrote the song "Friend at the Barbershop" in 45 minutes on May 11th, 2010.
Disclaimer. I don't have any friends who work at barber shops. Not that I have a problem with that form of employment, it's just that I don't know anyone who works in that field. It's not my fault. When would I ever meet someone who works at a barbershop?
I normally cut my own hair. If you're thinking, "oh wow technically that guy works at a barbershop if he cuts his own hair in his apartment" you're wrong. My apartment isn't a barber shop, it's an apartment. Well it's really part of a duplex, but it's surely not a barber shop.
You know, not all music needs to reflect reality. Like just because I sing about things, doesn't mean they're true.
You know, this is the exact same criticism directed towards Ice Cube after his solo debut The Predator. Look, it's fiction. Pure fiction.
I swear to god, that I've never met a person who works at a barber shop.
EVERYTHING about this song is fiction, except for the donut shop. Which is partially true, right, because I cover weekends.
It's only a three hour shift. So it doesn't really count. I barely report it on my tax forms. Cripes, don't tell the tax collector I said that...