A Matter of Flair (And Hair)

Vanity seeks admiration; true flair simply expects it.

The arrangement enters with the same assurance as its subject: bright, theatrical, and already expecting the room to turn toward it. Its flourishes do not merely accompany the bard’s confidence; they make that confidence sound like a perfectly reasonable law of nature.

I confess there are moments within my catalogue wherein the distinction between composer and subject groweth delightfully uncertain. A Matter of Flair (And Hair) is assuredly one of them. Many have accused me of writing myself into the song, though I maintain they have mistaken observation for autobiography. If the bard possesseth impeccable taste, an effortless command of every room he entereth, and hair deserving of its own applause, then I can scarcely be faulted for recognizing excellence when it standeth before me.

More than any other piece, this composition celebrateth confidence as an art unto itself. The bard’s greatest weapon is neither music nor wit, but the certainty that both shall succeed before the first note is ever played. Whether charming nobles, soothing dragons, or negotiating payment before accepting the quest, he proceedeth through life with the serene expectation that fortune shall naturally arrange itself in his favor. Some listeners have mistaken this for vanity. I should hope not. Vanity seeketh admiration; true flair simply expecteth it.