The Men They Couldn't Shave

 Old Henri P has travelled the circle of the good life. 
He has sailed the seven seas, has explored the birds and the bees, has divided right from wrong, when weak his spirits kept staying strong. He hasn’t been on this land too long. He is a man of nature and good faith. He possesses the same strength and aura as did late Johnny Cash, who still speaks to us. So does Old Henri P.

 Old Henri P is not just a man. 
Old Henri P and his life is more of a mythological tale. 
His life and his values are made up of kindness, humanity – strengths and weaknesses and that forever burning candle of curiosity and desire to explore and battle the divine forces up above – and deep within us all. Old Henri P. remains on that course, as he has throughout his lifetime. Not necessarily the easy path. 
Not necessarily the easy life. But a rich and worthy life.

 Old Henri P is The Men They Couldn’t Shave’s Buddha figure. 
He is that guiding light when the path seems too rocky and steep, when those rivers seem too rough to cross, when the rain is too heavy to keep travelling, when those desert winds threatens to throw you to the ground 
– when life itself seems hard to battle. When the mere existence is no more than trying to exist, when it is tempting to step back from the frontline and choose the easy way out of a challenge. 
Old Henri P never walked away from a challenge, no matter how big.

Old Henri P stood tall. A man can be defeated but not destroyed. 
A man can be destroyed but not defeated. Old Henri P is such a man. Old Henri P is our main man. Old Henri P is nothing less of a guiding light for the The Men They Couldn’t Shave and their musical commune, always searching for “The Oldest Song “– the perfect song, the perfect harmony. The harmony of life itself.

 Old Henri P makes sure we’re keepin’ on keepin’ on, as Bob Dylan puts it.
 Old Henri P, we won’t let you down. We are warriors in your name.