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Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 24, 2007 7:43:29 GMT -5
Chapter 29: Going Down
After he's done with his latest conquest, Mr.P notices his heart is exhilarating at an alarming speed. This isn't his first time under the influence, but it is the strongest dose to date. Realizing he may end up like so many raving teenagers, he decided it was time to take a break, cool down, and rest awhile. As he sits in front of the fan his body seems to go through a series of different stages. ( I'd like to explain these stages to you, however I have not been nearly as trashed as Mr.P is.) " Oh thank God. I think I'm coming down." His man slave pets him softly to calm his nerves. " Welcome back Mr.P." In our next installment of Ponnaroo; Mr.P sobers up, attempts to free his soul, and get lost in the rock and roll...
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 24, 2007 8:07:37 GMT -5
Chapter 30: Losing My Religion
Once the drugs were pretty much out of his system, Mr.P did what most people do after a LONG trip, he looked for religion. " Where does one find it though?" The only logical place to look when you don't know where you're going is the info booth. Our hero didn't believe he could actually find religion there, but it seemed the right place to start.
As he looked around the booth he saw exactly what he was looking for. " I need your help."
Mr.P explained the trouble he was having listening to music after Stevie Nicks raped his ears. The Man sat there and listen to his whole story, and then Mr.P asked..." So do you think you can help me?" The Man turned to him and answered," If you don't like what's on stage, put something up there you do like." And the Man walked away. Mr.P jumped to his feet,"Wait!! Come back!! What do you mean?" but it was too late.
Hey! Can Mr. P detect seizures in anyone, or just his loving and doting owner? Really cool stuff....I had a dog who was prone to episodes and I could tell a few days in advance due to subtle cues and what not...not meaning to liken the powers of the P to me...I would never be so bold!
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 28, 2007 7:34:27 GMT -5
Chapter 31: Now Here I Am...
Trying to make sense of what the man said, Mr. P walked to the nearest stage. Opon reaching the stage he realized it was yet another dissapointing act. "If you don't like what's on the stage..." he heard ringing in his ears. Mr.P wasted no time in rushing the stage. Most times people would not fear such a small dog, but all the anger that has been building up in him exploded into a fury of snarls and teeth displaying barks.... the stage was quickly emptied.
Now Mr.P stood upon the stage, looking out into the crowd. It was only then that he realized he did not no what to do next. In desperation he began to sing some of his favorite songs, but with no music and his lack of vocal skills, the crowd quickly turned on him and walked away. As Mr.P stood there he could only reflect on the fact that this was not the way to reach his now god given quest.
Next time on Ponnaroo; Mr.P takes the time to think about his quest and formulates the plan to reach his goal.
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 29, 2007 20:26:04 GMT -5
Chapter 32: Fade to Black
After the episode on stage, Mr.P returned to the truck and hung his head in shame." How am I supposed to make something better if I have no musical talent?" He just couldn't seem to wrap his head around what the man had said.
As he lay there trying to formulate any kind of plan, the sounds from a near-by stage began to, as if it were a painless headache, thump in his head. The more he lay there the more his heart and head began to beat and as he started to fade to sleep they were beating to the tune on the stage.
Tonight, as we tuck in our fury friend, the wind blows in the perfect conditions for pleasant dreams. And with the abscents of a growing pink crayon ", we can only assume the dream is important to the story.
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by wizardofwonder on May 2, 2007 11:31:37 GMT -5
Jazz fest is just kickin' Sorry about keeping you all waiting, but Mr. P is keeping me quite busy. Jazz fest, bourbon street bars, ladies of the evening, eating crawfish pie, the little guy can't get enough of New Orleans! I'll post another chapter today I promise.
Post by wizardofwonder on May 2, 2007 11:42:51 GMT -5
Chapter 33: Kiss the Sky
Mr.P finds himself floating through a mist filled Bonnaroo. Thats right, floating. " What the hell? Is this a dream." The Man must have been waiting to hear those words because it was at that moment he floated up to Mr.P. " There you are." said P. " I don't know what to do. I tried to put something better on the stage but I have no musical talent. I couldn't keep the crowd interested." The Man used one hand to pat the head of our hero and with the other waved a magic wall into existince. " Go to the wall my pup and remember you must also look the part." Mr.P slowly approuched the wall. Before he reached it a sense of fear swept through him like a warm shot of tequila. He looked back to get asurence from the Man but as he looked around the Man had already gone. Mr.P took a deep breath and headed back for the wall. When he reached it he heard wonderful music being played from both ends. Then, two objects appeared on the wall and approuched our hero. In fear Mr.P put his back to the wall and moved his head violently back and forth. The fear in him built more and more as the objects grew closer, but that beautiful music kept him from running. Then they were upon him. Filled with fear our friend stood perfectly still as he felt a peck on each side of his face.
Mr.P jolts awake at the feeling of these pecks." It was all a dream!" But as he sits there he can feel something different inside him. Something magical....no. Musical.
Post by wizardofwonder on May 3, 2007 11:21:46 GMT -5
Chapter 34:End of Days
Mr.P opened his eyes to the final day of his vacation. Unlike the last few days, he was eager to hear some music, any music. As he approuched a nearby stage he could feel the music inside him. Every strum, verse, beat, and cheer ran through his veins as if it were pumped directly from his heart. Until this moment he had only heard music and even now and then felt music, but now he became one with the music. He tried to keep his eyes open as he neared the front of the stage and as he looked upon the musicians he understood what else the Man had said to him. " I gotta look the part." As sad as it made him to leave the beautiful embrace of mother music, he had no choice. He was on a mission. He went to some of the merchants around center roo to work on his look." That one. That says ' Rock God' to me."
Now he looks the part. All that is left is to find his musical talent. How hard could that be? Well I happen to know, but before you get your hopes up too high, remember, we only have three chapters left to go till the end of Ponnaroo: The Experience.
Post by wizardofwonder on May 4, 2007 9:02:12 GMT -5
Chapter 35: Give Me The Beat, Pup.
As Mr.P took in his new look in, he heard a strange sound coming from the next booth. In what felt like a spastic flinch, his paws began to move up and down. The motions began to feel less spastic and more intentional as he walked over to the next tent. As he poked his curious head around the corner he saw people banging on these suspended drums. Others around were playing other instruments and it wasn't long before Mr.P knew what musical talent he had. He walked up to the patchouli dipped youngster and asked if he may have a turn. The boy, obviously not phased with the complications of showering, had no problem letting our hero up to the skins. Mr.P's play erupted in the tent. Everyone within an ear shot flocked to the tent wondering who was source of these truely awesome beats. Mr.P played and played. It was as if he were playing all his life. Then out the crowd appeared a man that everyone there knew. Mr. P stopped in mid beat and gazed at the glory of this man.
And on this foggy Bonnaroo night Phil Lesh came to say, "Poncho with your beats so tight, Won't you jam with us tonight?" Then how the crowd did love him, As they shouted," MR.P!!!!" Poncho the 'tight beats' chihuahua, Will go down to history.
On the next Ponnaroo: The Experience; Mr.P takes the stage as one of "The Friends."
Post by wizardofwonder on May 4, 2007 16:47:27 GMT -5
Mr. P would like me to thank you all for your kind words. We just got totally rained out at Jazz fest and the little guy is soaking wet, he really wanted to see ZZ Top and stood up on his back two legs and begged to stay, but I knew he would be better off going home and getting dry, so we left early. There are only two chapters left to the story but the good news is we will be at Bonnaroo again this year and hope to see you all there this June!
Post by wizardofwonder on May 4, 2007 18:57:49 GMT -5
Hi Wooz, The line-up is so great this year that I'm not working a full shift, however I will stop by the information booth and fill in for the folks working there so they can see a show or take a break from time to time.