Point being, if I ever go bald, I hope I'll still be half as cool as Ed Harris. Genetics being the wonderful thing it is, however, it seems that I won't have to worry about this eventuality.

That having been said, this song has nothing whatsoever to do with Ed Harris. It's something I started months ago and then kept running into roadblocks. First I couldn't think of a good melody. Then I couldn't come up with a chorus. Then I didn't know what to do for a bridge so I just kept trying random stuff and then putting the song down for a few months and coming back to it. This morning, I said "Well gosh darnit, I'm gonna finish that song today."

And I did.

And the title comes from one day at work when I had the idea that "The Male Pattern Baldness of Ed Harris" would be a great name for a rock band. However, this idea was met with reactions varying from relative indifference to complete loss of bowel control by my coworkers. So I called Butch Vig and told him to cancel the t-shirt order, and that "Garbage" would be just fine. He reluctantly agreed, and there you have it. Bob's your uncle. Which would also make a good band name.

I still had the title, however, and, well... you know the old saying -- a title without a song is like a fish without a swim bladder.

Okay, just listen to the song, eh?