Today marks a bit of uncharted territory for this feature, as the season has never gone long enough to actually reach Father’s Day (Thanks again Gary and Jeremy and Rocky and Donald and…). So it’s now a great honor to present Paul Newman, though very rarely spotted in the wild with facial hair as our Father’s Day beard.
When shit gets all serious and the details surrounding a conflict are so convoluted it takes a diagnosed manic-depressive to sort it all out on a giant corkboard, there are few men with the experience, gravitas, and perspective to address the situation properly. One such man is C.I.A. agent Saul Berenson and his tremendous and rabbinical beard.
Feeling haggard today? A bit beleaguered? Just plain worn-the-fuck out?
After the fifth longest game in the history of the Stanley Cup Final, it’s more than a little understandable. One can only imagine how exhausted the players on both sides must feel. And it’s with that we present James Murphy, LCD Soundsystem frontman, the founder of DFA Records, and Patron Saint of the Exasperated Hipster, as today’s beard of the day. You know, on the occasions when it’s just too much of a fucking hassle for him to shave today, man.
Tom Petty is proof that not everything that comes from Florida is terrible. Or maybe he’s just the exception that proves the rule. Petty had minor success with a few bands before forming The Heartbreakers and started to gain popularity with a few small albums. It would be their third album Damn The Torpedos though that broke everything open for Tom Petty and his band. This is one of the albums that’s so good it almost counts as a Greatest Hits collection.
Petty would enjoy strong success for a decade after and toured extensively and decided to form a new side project with a few friends he met along the way… Bob Dylan, Jeff Lynne, George Harrison and Roy Orbison. You know, no big deal.
Anyways, if 2010 never happened, I’d feel slightly uncomfortable posting this song. But the dream came true a few summers ago. And we’re on our way again.
And, as our Ombudsman says “Hockey is like Tom Petty. Life is just better when that’s in it.” Indeed.
If you were going to be one of the leaders among the Free Folk north of The Wall, it probably helps to have one gigantic kickass beard. And while in the books, I believe Tormund Giantsbane is supposed to be older with a large white beard, I give all the credit in the world to Benioff and Weiss for casting the Norwegian actor Kristofer Hivju in the role of Tormund. I know that some of you haven’t seen all of the episodes yet (shame on you) and probably more haven’t read all the books (That I can understand… I’m still on the 5th book anyway) so I won’t go into the full details of Tormund’s story.
Hivju himself seems to have adopted this impressive beard as a lifelong companion. My guess is he was probably to grow this thing around the age of 5. I’ve only ever seen Hivju in one role outside of Game of Thrones, in the 2011 remake of The Thing. (It’s OK. The original is better and one of my favorite horror movies of all time. The remake does have Mary Elizabeth Winstead in it though… so that alone makes it instantly watchable). My guess is after his role in Game Of Thrones we’ll start to see him in far more roles… at least I hope so.
A summer Saturday full of screaming deep into the Chicago night after nearly 100 minutes of hockey more than likely left everyone a little bit leather-lunged on this Monday morning. And in the realm of punk rock, there is may have been no one ever raspier than Blake Schwarzenbach and his occasional beard.
You didn’t think we’d forget to make a beard post today, did you?
The drama and stress from last night’s game probably took several years off my life. And if the game didn’t, the whiskey afterwards certainly did. How could we combat that and the stress that will certainly come when the Hawks take on the Bruins in the first Original 6 Finals since 1979.
Well the Fountain of Youth would certainly help. And if there’s one person who knows all about the Fountain, it’s Jaromir Jagr… but he’s not going to help us so we’ll have to go with Juan here instead.
In actuality, Ponce De Leon was most likely never actually looking for the Fountain of Youth. Most people didn’t associate him with that story until after his death, perhaps to discredit him and make him look foolish. He was likely just after gold but instead found himself getting an arrow in the thigh.
And, I learned today that Ponce De Leon was actually on board Christopher Columbus’ second voyage to the Americas as a “gentleman volunteer”.
In the history of rock and roll, there are few, if any acts with as sordid a tale as Fleetwood Mac. In the eye of the storm throughout the band’s entire iterations and various controversies has been half of their namesake and drummer, the perpetually bearded Mick Fleetwood. And yes, he is always making that face when behind the kit.
It’s a Friday in June, and the Hawks have likely just arrived home after a pair of games in Hollywood. And nothing says “Hollywood”, “summer”, and “Friday” like a blockbuster motion picture. And nothing says summer blockbuster quite like Steven Spielberg and his wispy beard.
With a crucial Game 4 on tap tonight taking place in Los Angeles, it’s only appropriate that it become time for some real star power and true Hollywood royalty. And it is with that the legendary Jeff Bridges is presented.
