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.
It’s rare that I get to step in and do one of these. It’s McClure’s and Killion’s domain. But I step into the breach today, and go with the rare beard (BY CRACKEE) of the day that one of us actually knows and has been a friend for somewhere around 20 years now.
As some of you know, I was a regular caller to the old Afternoon Show on The Score, back when they were 820am, from about the age of 12. That’s why when I email now it’s as “Once Young Sam” because back then it was just “Young Sam.”
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.
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.
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.
5: TSN
3-2: Chicago Tribune
Hossa’s goal is the difference: Daily Herald
“Soft” Kane scores a pretty hard goal: CSN Autoplay
Outpaced: Cheer The Anthem
Breathe: HockeeNight
Deep and going deeper: Verdi
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.
Who needs a laugh today?
With the Hawks coming off their first loss in five games and a suspension of Duncan Keith imminent on this off day, who better to provide some levity than bearded comedian David Cross?
“You gotta hear this one song, it’ll change your life, I swear”
Yes, perhaps the most ridiculous line from one of the more self-indulgently obnoxious movies of recent memory (Garden State) was about the band of today’s beard- lead singer, guitarist, and songwriter James Mercer of The Shins. And though the statement is hyperbole uttered by a kiddie-pool depth character in the movie, the sentiment certainly isn’t far off base, as the consistently bearded Mercer has been putting out some of this generation’s finest pop for over a decade.
It seems only fitting that on the eve of the Hawks taking on the L.A. Kings in the playoffs for the first time in nearly 40 years that we once again dig deep into the seemingly bottomless well of bearded character actors. And it is with that we present to you Martin Starr.
