Category Archives: Clive Davis

What…the hell…is that? I didn’t know that they still made spray on hair; it’s one of those products that never worked well, like underwear, so I figured it had just faded into oblivion. Apparently, I was wrong, because mega-producer, Rock & Roll Hall of Famer, Grammy Award Winner, CCO of Sony Music, and all around musical industry legend Clive Davis dumped an entire friggin’ can on his head a couple of weeks ago. He’s in his seventies, extremely well respected, and worth more than Zambia (sorry Zambians…Zambites? Zambies?); so why would he ever think he has to cover up his huge bald-spot, and why would he think that spray on hair was the way to do it? Someone at his public relations firm better be losing their job for letting him leave the house like this; his head looks like a caramelized desert. I really hope that Clive starts to just embrace his baldness after this embarrassing little incident, because we really need a record producer in The Bald Army; my last album (“You Face Isa’ Stupido: Volume 5: The Beginning”, a compilation of Italian battle raps, only went gold in Canada).