Currently Playing A Hangover You Don't Deserve By Bowling for Soup see related

My last Rock'n'Roll show was really bad.  I played a half hour gig at the Rainbow room again, and about 7 people showed up to watch me play.  Don't get me wrong, I had way more people there for my show than anyone else who was playing, but it still broke my heart a tiny little bit.  It's little things like coming to a gig, that show you who your friends are.  I know a lot of people in Los Angeles, and know most of them well enough to know that they weren't doing anything that Sunday night... something for me to think about I guess. 

I was encouraged to find out that they wanted me to come back and do another show, even though I wasn't sure why they wanted me back... The head hauncho at the Rainbow said that they are really enjoying watching me grow as a performer, and they were going to keep bringing me back until my crowds got too big to fit in the bar.  So that was encouraging.  Maybe I should just play in Churches.  Churches let anybody play... and the audience can't boo, and people have to show up or they'll go to Hell!!

We'll see how my show at the end of the month goes, before I pawn my guitars off for a drum set.

peace and grease,

mikal p

Currently Playing Sea of Faces By Kutless see related

New apartment.  It rocks socks.  makes me happy, not the way really important things make me happy, but the way that little things make people happy.  Like when you find $5 or when you realize that you can't lose.  It's that kind of happy.  Anne Rutten talked to me today.  I love it when people that I have history with chat or call.  Another one of those small happy things in a day.

Thassall!

Obituaries

Brian “Four Eyes” Lee Gahagan died yesterday at the age of 62. Mr. Gahagan was an active member of the WABB (White Americans for Bigger Beards) and was an athletic supporter for many years. 

Mr. Gahagan lived in the front lawns of people he mistook as supermodels for the 7 years preceding his death, but he usually stayed in the Northeast Nebraska area.  In high school Mr. Gahagan was Cheyenne High School’s baton twirler and made a name for himself as the most wound up kid in all of Wyoming.  Brian is most commonly remembered for his first album released in 1971, “Gotta Get Mine”, the first ever rap metal project.  After shooting up to number 1 on the rap metal charts, Brian shot up with crack for about 21 years, drifting from one cowboy bar to another until sobering up in 1992. 

VH1 tracked him down later that year for a “Behind the Music” special on the rise and fall of rap metal in the 1970’s.  The special showcased Mr. Gahagan’s dependency on drugs and alcohol and how finding Jesus changed his life. 

Brian died of complications caused by liver cancer in St. Judes children’s hospital. 

Services are scheduled for March 20^th at 4:00 am.  Mr. Gahagan’s ashes will be scattered over a strangers front lawn, following the service.  Brian is preceeded in death by his cousin Hank Williams and his Uncle Mr. Rogers.  Survivors include all of the women Mr. Gahagan stalked and the children he fathered along the way. 

A memorial has been established for Mr. Gahagan in remembrance of his many accomplishments.

VALENTINES DAY!! So this was the first year that I have ever had a girlfriend on Valentine's Day, but I think I did pretty good with it.  I turned my Dorm Room into a romantic getaway with the help of some Barry White, Joe Cocker and very illegal scented candles.  I even got Sheri a rose and wrote her a poem.  I was very proud of my poem.  I still am.  I cooked food for the two of us, and after dinner we danced in the candle light.  She wanted me to play some songs on the guitar for her, and dispite my lack of vocal ability, her wish was my command.  You should have seen her.  She was smokin, and  I had to get pictures of the occasion just to prove to my friends that I really can get pretty girls to go on dates with me.  She is way too pretty for a flippin goofy kid like me.  Well I hope you all had a good holiday too!

Mikal P

I bcame an honorary Zeta last night, and it was all that I had dreamed it could be.  My friend Kevin and I sat in a room filled with women, and cracked jokes while the girls went about aimless discussion, and gave us candy and stuff.  The girls didn't get anything accomplished obviously, because they were too busy starring at Kevin and I in all of our manlyness.  We were nominated for duck of the week by one of the girls that later asked me to marry her, but we did not win the title.  Get a life and stop reading my personal thoughts!! i'm just kidding, I just wanted to say that one time.

Later HOMIES!!