Originally Posted by
Rocker Ute
So in the spirit of revelations that really don't reveal anything new... a story demonstrating my lifelong commitment to 'dick moves' as NWUF might put it.
Long long ago, at the height of Peter Breinholt popularity I found myself sitting at a wedding table with a few friends (including my best friend), some women we knew somewhat loosely, and Peter Brienholt.
Like Sancho, I had a deep dislike of this man's music which was amplified by every college-age Mormon woman I knew being deeply in love with him to the point where they would harmonize with his music while driving in their cars. If you've endured this you know it is a fate worse than death.
It was an intolerable time for all of America really.
So, Peter Breinholt being oblivious to my hatred sat there enjoying his dinner while the women fawned over him and I plotted a way to embarrass him, proving once and for all to the women there that I was undateable. I mentally poured through witty remarks, sarcasm, direct snubbing, table tipping and more. But the right moment never presented itself.
Somehow in the conversation at the table people started talking about what they did for work or were majoring in. As everyone went around Peter remained silent, presumably confident that we all knew what he did.
So after everyone had said what they are doing but Peter, innocently my best friend finally says to him, "So what do you do for work?" Immediately the women fawning over him start up, "Oh my gosh! He is the best musician ever, I can't believe you don't know him!!! The second he says his name you'll know it!!!"
So my friend says, "Oh. (Short pause as he waits for Peter to say his name, who doesn't) So what is your name?" Peter very solemnly says, "Peter. Brienholt." Apparently disgusted my friend didn't recognize him.
My buddy kind of smiles meekly and says in only the way you can when you don't know someone but are pretending you do, "Peter Brienholt. Yes, of course I've heard of you... sorry I didn't recognize you..." and looks at me and half shrugs like, "Who the hell is that?"
The fawning women begin chirping in disgust again while Peter was inadvertently put in his place far better than I could have ever orchestrated myself.
I don't know why I cared at the time, and it all seems very petty (yet still funny) now. I'm sure Peter is the nicest human being to have ever reached Mormon fame, and totally undeserving of all of this. A veritable LA Ute of the music world. It is also likely I read into his reactions far more than I should have, but a story I enjoy nonetheless.
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