And now… the Beard Boys! Mike Love love love beard. A bountiful beard.
Darkened hollow, where only beard emerges. Ghosts whisper soft beneath the buzz of the sound system, and delicate tremolos of laughter from distracted youths are difficult to pinpoint from beneath the hot white lights. Age beyond years in voice. How has there been enough time to collect the experiences that have hardened that voice. Reverb helps but does not fully account for the darkness. A cultured darkness.
Wailing Beardo or Waylon Beardo? Jim James of My Morning Jacket.
The Pirate Hat, Edan Wilber. This guy takes pictures at shows where beards abound.