My mustache has become this weird iconic representation of a certain era.

A good mustache makes a man for many reasons.

The mustache represented the old John; I didn't want to be that guy anymore, so I shaved it off. It was ritualistic in a way.

Having a mustache and never smiling became a permanent component of my persona through the quaintly self-important decade of the seventies.

I couldn't wait to grow a mustache. I stopped shaving my upper lip the day I graduated from high school.

It's a simpler, cleaner and iconic piece. It's a much better representation of a great monument.