peterockwell

First, thanks to all that have been reading my journal so regularly and leaving comments. There's sort of a limbo we all sit in between the time we "save entry" and the time we see the first comment, as though the catharsis of writing builds up fluid just under the dermis, and the pleasure is held in escrow until a kind reader comments, piercing the surface and letting you know that your juices are released, exposed. It's that kind of thing.

Another private party this week (again, if you're looking for a private adult comedy karaoke party, contact me- they're cheap). It was okay, I guess. I mean, there are always people (they're usually fat chicks) that don't get it and act all huffy, but the private parties usually know what they're gonna get, so it works out for the most part. There's another thing that happens at the shows, with guys that are looking to pick up and feel that they have to try to defeat me somehow or talk shit about me to whoever they pick up. Ladies- take note: The guys you want to fuck at the show are the ones that are secure enough to enjoy the show and be cool. It's the ones that need to talk shit about me that will buy you the cheapest drinks possible, drop a pill in one, violently prolapse your rectum while you're in a semi-comatose rohypnol haze, steal your wallet and leave you for dead with a bleeding ass. There are definitely people who don't like my act, but they're easily distinguished from the ones that are just trying to badmouth me as a cheap way to get their foot in the door. You'll know because the ones that really hate me are usually already with women, and not sucking pondwater while I make fools of their weak "I sing bad karaoke to be noticed" bit.

Saturday's show was a little boring for me, and as Saturday shows usually do, there's a nice little smattering of dickwads to annoy me (in a bad way- I can do a really epic show if I'm properly, carefully irritated). I've decided I need to be even more harsh at the show. There's a guy that comes to the show JUST to be an annoying shitdick, purposefully singing really badly, marching around, acting like an idiot. Next time he comes, I'm gonna drop crap all over his act, and cut him off for being a fucktard. He's the guy that asks to sing Bohemian or Paradise by the Dashboard Light when he KNOWS we don't do those songs at the show, and then turns to the listeners and says "He's the worst DJ ever- who wants to hear me sing Bohemian?? He sucks! Who's with me??" If you're reading this, friend, you're now officially on my Fucko list. Stay home Saturdays, because your seed will no longer find purchase on my land. All your karaoke are belong to me.

There was also a guy that came to me at 2:20 and asked to sing. The show ends at 2:00, and there's no way I'm letting you sing when you come to me any later than 1:30, unless there's nothing going on. When we're in OT, you're NEVER going to sing. So I finished my show, I'm singing my last song, and he comes up and starts talking in my ear about how much I suck and how I should have let him sing WHILE I'M SINGING. I'm telling you, I'm not a violent person, but there are times when a stainless steel shrimp tool or tent spike would be really handy.

Anyway, I think Monday will be the regular good time it always is, and I look forward to seeing my listeners (that's you). Funny how Mondays, which represent such strife and angst for so many people, are my most decompressive show.

As always, I hope to see the PeteRockRadio infection spread to some new people, so get out there and communicate the contagion. Love you, gang. See you Monday at the Unicorn.