RETURNING TO THE SCENE OF THE SHAVE…
Is there a prize for the longest gap between posts? By my count, I’m coming in just under the 8 year wire. Absolutely absurd.
Why in the hell would I come back to post now? It is a fair question for certain, and one I might manage to work out as I write. But to paraphrase that Nobel prize winning poet Robert Zimmerman…Cadre, you’ve been on my mind.
I think I have taken a somewhat circuitous route back to this online journal, that I believe may have started when some form of social media (don’t they all seem to blur into one hellscape of mostly unwanted “content”?) kicked up a video of someone sharpening a kitchen knife on what looked, to my somewhat trained eye, to be a Japanese natural stone. It stuck in my brain for a few days, lingering in a way that gently demanded attention.
I found myself thinking about the somewhat long-retired JNAT under my sink, discovering that I could not recall what
kind of stone it was. This is the kind of memory gap that can drive a person like me to distraction, and so I found myself scrolling back through my old instagram posts to see if I had given a detailed description in any of the many pics I posted of it, most of them with some beautiful vintage straight resting on top or beside, waiting to be inexpertly honed. No dice.
And then I remembered that a
very detailed account of my misadventures with honing existed out in the virtual ether of the internet…on that
other site. Some surfing and searching brought results…a shave by shave journal covering 3 or so years of my life, starting about 10 years ago.
I thought I would just quickly scroll until I found the the descriptor in question (Asagi!), but, of course, I ended up reading through most of my journal…and then, of course, remembering that it very briefly continued on this site when an exodus of shaving compatriots ended up here.
What a wild experience it was, seeing my almost day to day life of a decade ago glimpsed through the specific prism of a new and all-encompassing hobby/obsession. My journal was always filled with personal details outside of my shaving journey - trips, loves, gigs, work, friends, music etc etc - and it was a rather nostalgic few hours down the wormhole.
But that doesn’t answer the question of why I would bother to return.
Almost more astonishing to me than reliving that time through my own writing was the reminder of what an incredibly kind and wonderful group of people this community is made up of. The level of support and friendship that I received from the people who I connected with both on B&B and here at TSC was
so heartwarming to rediscover. I felt such a rush of gratitude…and perhaps more than one or two pangs of guilt or regret that I essentially dropped off. All of those feelings drove me to sit down and write a journal entry here, as ridiculous as that is.
My life has been a series, as I’m sure all of ours have, of ups and downs since I last posted in 2018 (!). Lots of things on the positive side of the ledger, including that the girlfriend I often posted about flying to visit as we traversed the craziness of a long distance relationship (usually referred to as my special lady, in a nod to the Big Lebowski) is now my wife. I also managed, after decades of making music as a collaborator in other people’s projects (predominantly as a drummer), to make and release an album of my own music for the very first time, completely written and performed by me. Big achievements…both culminations of time, commitment and love. On the other side of the graph, I have been battling cancer for the last 3 years after a diagnosis that came a mere
2 weeks after getting married. So…calling it a roller coaster may undersell it a bit.
I am also very aware that posting on a forum site with a journal that has been inactive for 8 years is not necessarily the
best way to reconnect and say thank you to members on this site who were so supportive and encouraging to me in my shave journey - most folks on here won’t know who the hell I am, haha. So I will likely drop in to others’ journals and say a hello and express my genuine gratitude these many years later as I have time.
Razor - Joseph Rodgers & Son
Brush - Stirling Boar
Soap - Razor Emporium Barbershop
Aftershave - same
Colone - H&V Cognac & Cuban Cigar
And I figured I should not post in here without logging a shave! I have
long since lost count of enumerating my times with implement in hand…but I have continued to be a vintage wet shaver. My frustrations with honing back in the day did seem to get the better of me, and I have not put blade to stone in many years…although there recently is the tiniest glimmer lighting up an old neural pathway in my brain, telling me I should get back on the stone horse. We shall see.
One of the very unfortunate side effects of the chemotherapy treatments I have done is that I have peripheral neuropathy in my hands (and feet), which is a fancy way of saying nerve damage that mades them tingly and numb. It makes certain things a challenge, including playing musical instruments and holding an unguarded, razor-sharp blade to your neck. Because of that, I have been a bit more of a safety/injector shaver for the last few years, but have not completely abandoned straights. After taking a virtual trip down memory lane with the journal this week, I was inspired to do a full shave (as opposed to cheeks and neck), removing my beard of the last few months.
Perhaps it was the colour of the sun cut flat…Or maybe it’s the weather or something like that… whatever it was, I decided on an old classic. It was the first full face SR shave I’ve done in probably a year…and taking that into account, it was a successful affair, a solid DFS with very little irritation. Not such a hard horse to get back on.
And maybe this journal won’t be, either. I don’t imagine I will be logging shaves on a regular basis - but perhaps I will share the ones that really click... or ones where I have some new gear to be happy over. But I want to check in with the Cadre on a more regular basis - I think I can manage more often than every 8 years. We shall see.
As the old me used to say…. Onward and Shaveward.
Brad