God damn press

Now,

don't let me sound bitter on you.

But press hates me.

They always have,
I'm not surprised.

they think I'm a joke,
perhaps a hack,
two things I try
really hard to avoid.

Telling jokes is one thing,
being one makes me a little self conscious.

I hand delivered a copy
of my new album to the music
editor at Time Out Chicago magazine.

Great publication.

He requested the CD
after my new publicist
started bugging him
for some coverage.

"allright... let's hear this Nice Peter
that you make such a fuss about"

So, he got the CD.

The first track is White Trash Woman.

He wrote something to the effect of:

"Nice Peter's country rock songs
are made whimsicle by his
goofball lyrics"

the end.

What a dick.

There is one, one...
even country-ish song
on the album.

It's the first track.

It's relatively obvious
to me that he put in the disk,
listened to the first song,
and ejected it.

He wrote me off,
wrote his two sentences,
and that was that.

There is an article of some sort
coming out in the Red Eye tomorrow,
about me.

I have no idea what its going to be like,
but I'm nervous.

I gave a phone interview
and I eventually started
bitching about how the Red Eye
fucks local music in the ass.

They have huge articles
every day about Beyonce's
back hair or the guy who
won Makin the Band 2,
but there are hundreds
of great fucking Chicago bands
playing everyday,
and maybe.... they'll mention one
every now and then.

sorry if I sound bitter,
It's just press and these
brain drugs I'm on.

I had an amazing time
at the show in Chicago on Saturday.

Thank you for coming out,
and thanks to Pauly and Donehoo
for joining me onstage.

brought back a lot of memories.

-p

Messages from fans

I get lots,
I love them.

Every once in a while
I get one that just kills me,
like the following:

Hey man hows it going? I am in Afghanistan right now
and am trying to find where I can buy or get an mp3 of your
song the sign. If you could let me know I would appreciate it.
I am also from Chicago and would like to check out one of
your shows whenever I get back home
-Justin

I think its something about the casualness.

"hey dude, what's up? oh.. me?
I'm just chilling in Afghanistan...
and I'm dying to hear that Ace of Base cover."

That just kills me.

I'm putting up the mp3 for him to download,
and you can download it too, if you so desire.

http://www.nicepeter.com/nicepeter_thesign.mp3

-p

Moves

From third floor to third floor,
with some of my stuff on another third floor,
this has been a bitch of a move.

I'm getting slowly settled into
my new temporary permanent residence.

I don't have the internet yet,
so its off to Stubs Coffee to
fuel up on humus, caffeine,
and email access.

I have so much love to send
out the brothers at ISU in
Bloomington/Normal I can't
even tell you.

You guys, with your incredibly
lovely lady friends beside you,
always make me feel like
a fucking superstar.

It's fantastic.

I'm sorry I couldn't
party with the wiener dog,
but I was passing out,
and I knew if I started smoking
that ridiculous bong you have,
I would be a menace to society.

-p

Birthday

This morning I woke up confused because
I was trying to get up early to call the poster
printing company because I sent them the wrong
file...

but it was my dad calling,
to wish me a happy birthday,
but I thought it was the poster
company, and I was half asleep,
and I asked him about PDFs,
and it was weird.

so...
it's my birthday today.

I'm four hundred years old.

I woke up, told my dad I'd have to call
him back, called the poster company
and flirted with the design girl,
I've been flirting with everyone lately.

I can't help it,
I'm a little lonely and horny,
but in a good way, you know?

Like... I'm hungry on a street
full of awesome restaurants.

I'm lonely and horny in a
world full of awesome women.

and cats.

I'm in love with my room mates cat.

I'll have to show you a picture,
I get so attached to my male friends'
cats. I think it freaks them out.

This cat loves me,
and I love him so much.

Yes, he's a boy,
I get a little gay with cats.

It's a pure, I love you because
you're home and you pet me,
kind of love.

I wake up and he's on my bed,
or sleeping in my guitar case,
which is adorable.

Anyhow...
I woke up and went
to my favorite little breakfast place.

I told them it was my birthday,
and they gave me a bloody mary.

And coffee.

that was strange,
I've never had a drink
first thing in the morning.

a bong, yes,
but a drink...
not first thing.

I was still rubbing the sleep
from my eyes.

Then I was off to work.

: )

I just had to go in for
an hour to cover for some
managers who had to leave
to learn the new computer system.

that's right, I'm important...

They bought me lunch,
and I stole some wine,
and the whole kitchen made
me a chocolate cake with
a chili pepper in it.

Now...
I don't know if you've ever
had twelve mexican dudes
sing happy birthday to you,
but I was bawling my fucking eyes out.

Birthdays have been weird for me
these last few years.

It's always a time when I flip out.
throw my life upside down,
move out, break up, get together,
fuck someone I shouldn't,
call someone I haven't,
avoid someone I should see.

I don't know what it is.

I think the idea was put into my head,
and now its kinda stuck.

but it started years ago,
before Chicago.

I first moved here right after my birthday.

I broke a girl's heart,
a girl I loved,
and I packed up
with two friends and flipped out.

this was after I flipped out
to go back to the girl in New York,
on my previous birthday.

Long stories.

This year I've already flipped out,
so I'm not sure what to do.
I feel kinda angsty,
like I need to find something
to flip out about.

but maybe that's because
I've been drinking coffee
and booze all day.

Tonight I'm going to go
hang out with Pauly and Donehoo,
and play some music,
and probably smoke some weed,
and drink some cheap beer,
and share some memories,
and maybe I'll flip out on one of them.

But I think I'll be cool.

happy birthday, pete...

thanks, pete.

-p

The news

I drive around by myself, a lot.

And I listen to the radio,
mostly the news,
any number of newses,
because I've got the groovy
satellite radio.

Here's some highlights:

There is a monkey loose in Mississippi.
A monkey escapes from a local zoo,
and has been spotted all around town.
Residents are warned not to touch
or try to apprehend the animal,
because it is, and I quote, "a bad monkey"
---------------------
A female news anchor delivered
the shocking announcement
that the local mayor had separated from his wife.

Breaking news.

The news anchor was later suspended
when it was discovered that she
was the woman having an affair with the mayor.

That takes balls of steel.

--------------
Poor citizens in Haiti
recycle tons and tons
of American "garbage"
every year.

Cars, clothes, furniture,
even toilets, that we throw
away are being fixed up
and reused by Haitians in need.

But... but...... but..!!

they refuse to wear any bit
of clothing that carries advertising
for any American company.

I love it.

until next time,

-p

moly

What do I tell you today?

I'm in love, with life,
if that helps you get
ahold of how I'm feeling.

And I'm confused,
about love, if that
clarifies things a bit.

I'm excited about my new album,
because I've never really had one before.

This one is done,
and two people already bought it today online.

Their names are Kevin and Emily,
thanks, dudes.

I hope it doesn't bother you
if I call you dude, Emily.

It's a term of transgenderal endearment.

Like transcontinental,
not like I love you because you're a tranny.

I know I'm supposed to be funny in these messages,
but tonight, I'm just feeling good.

I got a solid buzz going at work,
and I made a lot of money,
and I know I'm not supposed to drink at work,
but it's okay, I'm in the restaurant business.

You wouldn't want me to be ignorant about the wine list, would you?

All I'm saying is,
life is short and weird and wonderful.

And apparently I'll be breaking some hearts along the way,
but I'm trying to live and love and make music
and make people laugh and think and stop thinking so much,
and today,
it's going pretty well.

-p