Baldy Longhair Records is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Lemme start with the name. When I was coming up, a young fledgling upstart punk without any clue of where the music would take me I’d go to our shitty local record shop and stare at racks and racks of cassette tapes. I’d look for band names on the spines that I either A) vaguely heard of or B) thought just sounded rad. I’m sorry to say buying that Fudge Tunnel tape or that King Missile tape probably weren’t the most informed decisions I ever made (although Martin Scorscese is still a pretty killer tune). I probably bought 3 bad tapes for every good one for a while. At the time I thought they were ALL HITS (to steal a line from Speedo). Rollins Band’s End of Silence? One of my first choice picks. And I was just getting started. My good friend and frequent co-hort Paddy X dubbed one dude that worked at our local shop “baldy longhair”. Check our logo if you’re not sure why. I should probably mention once more that this record store fucking sucked. It blew. Hard. But again, this was before I knew to take a bus or a train into NYC to find the real deal. So I look fondly on those times. The world was open. My opinions weren’t as informed but maybe that was a good thing. And I hope someday some kid somewhere buys a tape off my label and has the same wide eyed stare I did as he or she blasts it. And I hope it leads them to more bands and more places and more ideas. And maybe we’ll just keep this thing going.