Of ZZ Top's three members, the guy without a beard is Frank Beard.
My (long) beard story:
In 1987, I was asked to be a teacher in Alaska. I had a baby-face so the principal asked if I wouldn't mind growing a beard. It took a very long time, probably due to native American blood or something. Anyway, after 6 months, I had a beard that was starting to look respectable. 6 months after that it was about 6 inches or so. I finally 'looked' old enough to be teaching High School, and not a high schooler myself.
Interlude: My housemate (pastor's son) was notorious for not getting wood in from the below freezing and stacking up wood. He'd put gasoline on the wood to get it going when he did that.
Back to story: I'd never watched him do it, but when he left for the weekend snowmobiling or some such, he had left the woodbin empty.
I had no idea how to light the fire, but I refilled the woodbin and refilled the stove and grabbed a disposable cup and poured gasoline on the frozen logs.
Well, I'd never seen him do it, but I reached in with a match and a great ball of fire blew out of the woodstove and suddenly my whole head was on fire. I heard a fireman screaming "STOP DROP AND ROLL!!!" (it was from the time the fire department visited my elementary school when I was in the third grade). I flopped awkwardly all over the floor, and thankfully, it did knock the fire out. There on the floor were all these gorilla prints of my face where I suppose my hair and beard once were.
I went and washed my face in cold water, it was like a terrible sunburn, but that was the worst of it. I splashed cold water all over and looked up in the mirror. Half my hair was gone. One side/half of my beard was gone, but worse, I had no eyebrows. I looked down and there the singed things were floating in the sink.
It hurt, but I shaved and then went into town and got my haircut (30 miles away). I looked okay, but a guy without eyebrows was about the last thing I ever wanted to look like. I went into a ski shop in the small strip mall next to the barber shop and found a pair of glasses with a bar across them that semi-hid my missing eyebrows.
When the pastor's son came home, he just stood in the doorway with a strange look on his face, staring at me. I grew uncomfortable.... "I shaved!"
"Nope," he said, "that ain't it," and he kept staring.
"I had a haircut!"
"No, that ain't it either." .....
"For crying out loud! I burnt my eyebrows off!"
"That's it!"
When I told him what I had done, he said, "you aren't supposed to light gasoline. It's explosive!" (no kidding).
"How do you do it then?"
"I light a ball of paper and toss it in from a safe distance."
:Z