To our Comrade in Shelekhov, Russia

Some time ago an oddity appeared in the data that I mine almost hourly in regards to this ghost town of a website. The oddity was a visitor from a foreign IP address. In and of itself, a foreign fan isn’t that odd. Usually they are looking for grooming tips, or they have some strange fetish, and their cursory grasp of the language allows them only general search terms consisting of the nouns they want to look at. Whatever brings them here, they are usually disappointed and leave within a few seconds.

The oddity I spotted was when a visitor from overseas didn’t leave right away. Not only that, but he came back a few days later, then a few days after that. He would spend time listening to the music and reading old posts. However unlikely, he was becoming a fan. When I saw the reported region of where the access was coming from, it told me it was Shelekhov, Russia (I hope I am saying that right, my Russian is pretty terrible).

He didn’t try to contact us at any time, and he never went more than a week before checking back in with the site (even though we sometimes neglect the page way more than we should). I started calling him “Russ” because I am not very creative, and I started imagining what he is like. It started becoming my “Rivers Cuomo” moment from the song “Across the Sea.” Don’t worry if you don’t get the reference.

I reached out to Russ with my broken Russian and asked him about himself. It turns out we are more alike than I first thought. Russ lives on the second floor of a three story building. He hates it because the people above him sound like they are “constantly practicing traditional Russian dancing” and the people below him are “extremely violent and steal from him constantly.” He is thirty-two and has a job twenty kilometers away in Irkutsk. When I ask him if the area is anything like it is in the game Risk, he pretends to not know what I am talking about, but I think he is just trying to cover up the fact that it is so easy to conquer and really doesn’t have much in the way of strategic advantage.

Russ tells me he would love to someday come and see a live show by the Beards, and I tell him that he should stop trying to change the outcome of our elections. We like to tease each other late at night.

By the by, he also said he would love to see some of the propaganda (his word not mine) that the Beards use to promote their shows. I thought the least I could do was give him that.

Enjoy, Russ.


Three Blades with Jose Dominguez

“Three Blades” is a  feature that publishes wherein we invite different members of the community to share three tips/tricks/tales about what it is like to be a hirsute hero in an age of naked chins.

For our second installment, we snagged city engineer Jose Dominguez to give us three “blades” of life with a beard

Three Blades
With Jose Dominguez

When I was a young boy in Puerto Rico, I dreamed of one day moving to a small city in the United States where its sparseness was rivaled only by its homogeneity. Granted, these were the feverish dreams of a sickly boy that had posters on the wall of Pedro Rodriguez (the famous engineer, not the Formula One racer). I was confident that one day I too would be a great engineer. I was also confident that my boyish, some would say coquettishly soft and pretty, features would make it more difficult to break into the “boy’s club” that is civil and city engineering. It was only when I saw a portrait of Roberto Cofresí y Ramírez de Arellano that I saw the solution to my problem. This man was revered, feared even. There, in his portrait was my salvation, his beard!

It was the beard that granted him power and authority over so many. It was the beard that made him a modern hero. Of course, I would learn years later that it was more likely his connection to the death of some several hundred people over a couple year span as a pirate that gained him respect, but I digress.  So, I grew a beard. At first it was wispy, and instead of it making me look more masculine, it just made me look unclean. I would draw in with an eyeliner pencil more whiskers to trick the casual observer into thinking me more masculine than I was. Sadly, many saw right through it, and I was henceforth known as “eyeliner beard face” (I admit people were not trying very hard).

Eventually, my beard came in a little thicker, and I owe a lot of what I have today to it. I still have that poster of Pedro Rodriguez in my office, and that blood thirsty pirate Roberto Cofresí y Ramírez de Arellano is the wallpaper on my computer at work. My first tip to all men out there trying to have their best beard possible, use an eyeliner pencil to make it look thicker than it is. I still do it to this day. Next time you see me, look really close, you will be able to tell. Let’s just keep it our little secret, deal?


When my wife and I took our dream second honeymoon to Pierre, SD, I was worried that without all of my products, maintaining my “chin chinchilla” (as the Mrs. affectionately calls it) would be near impossible. Thankfully, I was able to procure a travel bottle of Beard Band Beard Brand Beard Oil from a local supplier. Since it is such a sought after product, they thankfully ship it in an old ExtenZe shipping box, so when it sat in the entrance to City Hall all day, I did not have to worry about someone swiping it. I do however think several people may have secretly known what was in it because I was getting strange looks all day; chalk that up to jealousy.

Pierre was magical. We got wind of a gin distillery that gave tours. It turned out to be an abandoned warehouse that some squatters were using illegally to make bathtub gin of really low quality. I only gave them two stars on Yelp, but gin is gin. Here is my second tip: alcohol dehydrates you, Pierre bathtub gin straight up wrecks your skin (I got two tetanus shots after my trip just to be safe. Admittedly, that is only tangentially related). If you want to keep your beard looking its best, you really should use moisturizer as often as possible. Again, I use Beard Band Beard Brand Beard moisturizer. It is hard to get a hold of, but they ship it in a Cialis box so that nobody will swipe it; man are my coworkers jealous.

Finalmente, una barba es esencialmente grasa y proteína. Es importante que usted tome en grandes cantidades de ambos. Ignorar el consejo de los médicos, amigos y familiares y consumir tantos alimentos grasos como puedas. Hay una buena probabilidad de que esto causará estragos en su vesícula biliar, pero hemos evolucionado más allá del punto de necesitar uno de ellos y la cirugía tiene sólo una tasa de mortalidad de .7 – 2%. Le prometo que su barba nunca se verá mejor una vez que limpie todas las migas y la mayonesa que más que probablemente se han secado en grupos en varios parches alrededor de su boca.

Viva La Beard,

Jose Dominguez

Three Blades

“Three Blades” is a new feature that will be publishing wherein we invite different members of the community to share three tips/tricks/tales about what it is like to be a hirsute hero in an age of naked chins.

 First up, we were lucky enough to snag local biology professor, drummer, and fruit enthusiast Jeff Wesner to share a little about his life with a beard.

Ice Cream Cones and Facial Follicles

By Jeff Wesner

The first thing most people ask me is how I keep my beard looking so healthy. I find this rather odd since I can’t recall a time I asked a perfect stranger for grooming tips, maybe it’s my crippling shyness. Usually, my arm is left extended with an unshaken hand as the anonymous citizen waits eagerly for me to respond. Admittedly, my beard is closer to art than the common chin whiskers of the traveling train yard hobo, but the answer to their initial question is quite simple; I use Beards Band Beard Brand Beard Oil, or B5O for short. When they ask where they can get it, I tell them “You can’t” and then walk away while maintaining eye contact.

Those audacious enough (Note: I am referring to the 2nd definition of audacious meaning “with a lack of respect.”) to follow up usually ask if they can feel, and even smell, my beard. Of course, due to my incessant need to please others, I let them. See, B5O (Which uninterestingly enough would have a Molar mass of 70.0544 g/mol) is specially made for very exclusive people, and each batch has a slightly different make up of carrier and essential oils. My latest was a mix of sour cherries and a concoction named “happiness.” The sour cherries remind me of my home in Oklahoma; the “happiness” helps me forget about my paralyzing fear of dying alone.

The next most common thing people come up and say to me is, “Is everything okay, you look like you’ve been crying?” The third most common thing is, “Mr. Wesner, our lawyers have made it clear to you that the ban is for ALL Arby’s restaurants.” However, the fourth most common thing people say to me is, “It’s hard enough eating an ice cream cone without a beard, how do you eat one without making a mess?” I usually respond by asking why they have trouble eating an ice cream cone since they said “It’s hard enough.” I am genuinely intrigued by the idea that there are people who have a difficult time eating an ice cream cone. My daughters could do it. They don’t because we only drink Quinoa Milk and that stuff is borderline inedible, and I can’t imagine it would get any better once frozen, but you get the point.

Also, I am realizing that it may come across as sexist for me to say that something is easy simply because a girl can do it. That is not what I am saying. I am simply trying to say that even very young children can eat an ice cream cone, regardless of the biological sex or gender identity. Of course, now I am worried that I am being an ageist because I am saying if a young person can do something than everyone should be able to. That is not it at all, I promise. Sorry, I am losing my train of thought. I think what I am trying to say is that no matter who you are, whatever your age, whatever your gender, whatever your anything, I think everyone can agree that Quinoa Milk is disgusting? I think that’s right. Oh, and use napkins to wipe the ice cream off your beard between bites. Is that really something someone has to tell you?

Finally, here is a grooming tip that I developed on my own. One of the most irritating things about having a beard is keeping it out of your mouth when eating. So many things that are not eaten with silverware end up shoving in the longer strands of facial hair from around your mouth. Most people will tell you to use a hair scissors a few times a week to cut back the area immediately around your mouth and you won’t have any trouble. To this I say, balderdash. First, who has a hair scissors? I get my hair cut at Walmart like a good American. Second, there is a much easier way.

What you need to do is grab large patches of your beard from really anywhere on your face and twirl it into a cone shape where the point is between your fingers. Then, pull the point of the cone of beard hair towards your mouth. If the point reaches your mouth, put it in your mouth and start chewing on it. Make sure that you really go to town on it. Chew through all the whiskers until nothing reaches your mouth anymore. Move on to the next patch and the next patch until you no longer have any hair that can reach your mouth. Problem solved! If you want to check out how you look, I have always found the lighting in most Arby’s bathrooms to be spectacular.

Beard On!

Jeff Wesner

We’re Back!

Hey All,

I know what you are thinking. “I didn’t know they had a website,” or, “I didn’t notice you haven’t posted in two months,” or, “those interviews were kind of funny.” No matter what you are thinking at this moment, the important thing is that you are thinking.

You may also notice that the site looks a little different. Who cares? Not you, probably. However, it serves a purpose. The new look will usher in the new focus of the website. Sure, you are still going to get all of the Beard goodness that you have to expect. In fact, scroll down to see our entry to the Tiny Desk concert put on by NPR. We took dead last out of thousands of entries (I’m guessing), but we had fun recording it.

In addition to everything Beards, this site will now also serve as a men’s grooming website. We will have guest columns by different people from around the area writing about how to keep your beard looking its best. The first column should be up in no time and is written by a member of the band!

Now With 30% More Sound

Some people like relaxing, soul-awakening music.

Some people want to punch a hole in a cloud.

The Beards have you covered. The first two songs off of what will someday be a full album are here for your listening pleasure.

Listen to “Hey, Robin (Don’t Let it Get You Down)” & “All is Not Lost.” If you are on a phone, just click on the menu button, and they will appear.

Of course, if you are actually on a computer, you should be able to see both songs right now.

  They are right over there.


Karaoke Time

Click below on your preferred file type to bring up the more than 30,000 songs you have to choose from. Maybe you will go with the simple text version. Perhaps you will be dangerous and go with PDF. Maybe you are like JAKE “MASTER OF PEDALS” KERBY and go with the pretentious Excel file. Your choice.





Sorry, Mom, No Show November 4

At this point, I am probably just writing to my mother about these things, but in case she is checking this, I want her to know that she shouldn’t make arrangements to come see us this Saturday.

The show, and your happiness, has been postponed until the new year.

Remember, Remember the 4th of November

Here are some interesting things that have happened on November 4.

  • 1646 Massachusetts uses death penalty for denying that Holy Bible is God’s word
  • 1783 W.A. Mozart‘s Symphony No. 36 is premiered in Linz, Austria.
  • 1841 First wagon train arrives in California
  • 1845 First nationally observed uniform election day in US
  • 1846 Benjamin Palmer patents artificial leg
  • 1914 Vogue holds 1st model show (“Fashion Fete”, NYC)
  • 1921 The Sturmabteilung or SA (the “Brown Shirts”) is formally formed by Adolf Hitler
  • 1948 American-born British poet T. S. Eliot wins Nobel Prize for literature
  • 2008 Barack Obama becomes the first African-American to be elected President of the United States
  • 2016 The Beards of Vermillion, SD give a performance that has nearly a dozen people declaring, “That was an acceptable show. I’m not mad we got a babysitter.”