Saturday, January 19, 2008

Which Mount Will be more Pleasant?

Next week starts off with a show at Iowa Weslyan, in Mount Pleasant, Iowa, and I just booked a show for next month at Central Michigan University in Mount Pleasant, Michigan. Which of course leads me to wonder which Mount Pleasant will actually be more pleasant?

How does one quantify pleasantness? Are there different areas of pleasantness, such as pleasant to live in, pleasant to look at, pleasant sounding?

I'd better get my study proposal together this weekend if I want to get any grant money for this.


At 4:37 PM, Blogger Cranky said...

Mount Pleasant, IL is the site of the grave of King Neptune the Navy Pig.
I'm sure it's quite pleasant.

At 6:16 AM, Blogger riin said...

Pleasant things: first warm sunray in the spring, warm hand of a friend, good movie with tasty popcorn and the smell of wet asphalt in summer. :)

At 7:51 PM, Blogger Emma_J said...

Hey, its the girl with crazy poofy hair who just asked your autograph 20 minutes ago in Mount Pleasant, IA. Don't you love the internet? Just letting you know that I did go to rob p rocks dot com, and your shameless advertising did not in fact fall on deaf ears.

You should come back to ol' MP in the summer when it's ridiculously hot. And humid! It's a good time. Labor Day weekend = Old Threshers = the only reason this town is still alive. We get bizarre traveling old people from every state, and we eat exhorbetant amounts of the fattiest foods you've ever laid eyes on. It's awesome.

And for the record, Mt. Pleasant Iowa is sooo better than Mount Pleasant, Where-ever.

We have random poofy-haired people that ask your autograph, and leave you obscenely long messages on your site! :D What more do you need in life?

Oh, and so that this message has a purpose, I will throw out there that I totally feel your pain about Pachabel. (Or however German/Italian/Micronesian people spell it.) I play the cello of the woodwinds, the bassoon. Which is cool because we get a lot of weirdass cool counter-melodies, no one in the audience ever knows why the hell you're playing a giant bong, you can get a scholarship from having touched a bassoon once...etc. But the best part is you don't even need the actual instrument to make noise, you can annoy people with the damn reed. Pretty effectively too, I add. If I has a nickel for every dirty look I've received...

(What is the rest of that expression anyway? "I'd have a lot of nickels?"...)

But I suppose I'll let you get back to your life, or whatever it is you do, and I'll maybe leave another random message sometime!



At 5:13 PM, Blogger marimbagnome said...

Well, you saw last night that Mt. Pleasant, MI is very pleasant, right? Well, at least our music department (which made up a huge chunk of your audience) is. Even if you were in Michigan, where it takes an hour to turn left...


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