In the early 70’s I was in the Texas Boys’ Choir which required us to keep our hair cut in the extremely unfashionably short style of the early 60’s. As soon as my voice cracked, and I was “retired”, I grew it as long as I could to make up for lost time. My dad only stopped me when it got to my jaw line.
Then the Saturday Night Fever disco feathering thing came around. I am so glad I got over that one quickly and very few pics exist to remind me of that period.