First there was Yul Brynner. Then there was Michael Jordan. Now there’s John Tynan.

I go along with the notion that bald is beautiful because, I, too, went into the bathroom one Sunday afternoon — like John Tynan — and shaved my head. It’s been a few years, and neither my wife nor I have any regrets about my follicular decision.

But enough about me! Tynan’s lilting, half-lugubrious, half-joyous description of the day he decided to trim his locks is a kind of tone poem. Sure, he had trouble cutting and shaving the back of his head viewed through a mirror. Sure, he had fantasies of ramming a cap over his botched tonsure job and sneaking over to a barbershop to have his hair-mowing finished so he didn’t look like a half-hairy ape. Sure, he suffered the anxiety of anybody about to make a clean cut with the past and begin anew with vigor and a shiny pate.But he seems to have loved the process, and the smile on his face in the photo accompanying his PRX piece attests to this.

Two teensy problems — and maybe I missed something vis-à-vis the first: Tynan makes much ado about using a safety razor and a pair of scissors. The sound track, however, is abuzz with an electric razor. This tiny ingrown hair, as it were, doesn’t prevent the sound track from being as playful and inventive as anything you’d want to hear, given the subject.

My second quibble has to do with the piece’s being a couple of minutes too long. After four minutes Tynan’s shtick begins to sound as though it, like Tynan’s hair mop, could be cut.

Despite the “South Pacific” song, “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair,” there’s nothing quite like “Bald”! It’d be perfect to air during National Shearling Month!