The Long and Short of Hair in Story
February 21, 2022
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In 1968, when I was a teenager, Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical opened on Broadway. I saw a performance of it several years later
In 1968, when I was a teenager, Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical opened on Broadway. I saw a performance of it several years later
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In 1968, when I was a teenager, Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical opened on Broadway. I saw a performance of it several years later