Les MacPherson, The StarPhoenix
One last, jarring leftover from the Rolling Stones show: Ron Wood is reportedly bald. His trademark, rooster-tail hair is a wig.
According to the Regina Leader-Post, Wood was seen between concerts without his wig, walking his dog in a downtown park. He was described as "bald." Not balding. Not thinning. Bald. This was more shocking to me than the stabbing at Altamont.
Among the most fundamental of my beliefs was that Ron Wood had the best hair in all of rock. To be told now that it's really a wig casts into doubt everything else I believe. Thus have I fallen into an existential funk, the depths of which have not been plumbed since I learned that the Monkees were not really playing their own instruments.
In retrospect, my naivete amazes me. Ron Wood is 59. For a man that age to have a full mop of jet-black, rock star hair is beyond unlikely. I should have known it couldn't be genuine. That's what stings.
In a world full of deception, sham and fakery, there's only one thing now that I can be sure of: Ron Wood has the best wig in all of rock.