Before Harry's government job and $1000 suit habit - he was a Metal Head (see fuzzy pics above for direct reference). Yes. My dear, sweet, loving hubby was such a die-hard Metallica fan that he - only packed black t-shirts to wear when he went to the Middle East!
Another time - he even got backstage one night to meet the Master of Puppets, himself, James Hetfield.
Our first date? KISS. I went to the bathroom and got groped by a big sweaty guy who gave me an Ace guitar pick. I gave the pick to Harry who accepted it without remorse and then looked at me full of wide-eyed innocence: "What'd you have to DO to get this?" he asked.
I refused to tell.
The hair is now gone - but the sweet man - well - he's still there... only less hairy of a Harry.