I'm Calling All You Angels!

patmonahan:

When you wish, pray, hope.
When you really want something, it seems that you become the most “you” possible. When you need help, a miracle, an answer, you become the clearest you’ve ever been. It’s a beautiful and scary place.
I don’t know who listens or who answers but it’s beyond me to think…

patmonahan:

Which would you talk to?
Let me guess. Wolves.
Why though? I think I know.
Sheep, whom I love and appreciate and above all I admire for their stance on being mild, the wolf is the one we are attracted to. Maybe we want danger. Maybe it’s the unexpected or the chance of excitement. Not sure…

patmonahan:

Or is it sun burned?
Either way my back is red and hurts like the dickens. Or is it like a mutha fu?
Either way it hurts.
Heading out this weekend to MI. Looking forward to it. Time to rehearse some new songs and revisit some older songs. If you have any requests, please hit us up on Twitter…

antisocialshadows:

Train @ Tortuga Music Festival 2014! Photography by yours truly as always.

Peachy keen, jellybean.

savemesanfrancisco:

Wine Wednesday coming to you from @sammyhagar’s Rum distillery in Maui! #redrocker #winewednesday

savemesanfrancisco:

Wine Wednesday coming to you from @sammyhagar’s Rum distillery in Maui! #redrocker #winewednesday

fuckyeahpatmonahan:


Pat Monahan at VH1’s Best Super Bowl Concert Ever (I went to this and was front row!)

fuckyeahpatmonahan:

Pat Monahan at VH1’s Best Super Bowl Concert Ever (I went to this and was front row!)

typewrittenword:

"Always Midnight" by Pat Monahan

typewrittenword:

"Always Midnight" by Pat Monahan

tylerknott:

This, is where the leprechauns live. This is where they hide, this is where their magic is made. These are the trees and that is the grass, this is the home. Happy St. Patricks Day my friends. Maybe the light we chase is the actual gold they horde. Maybe.

tylerknott:

This, is where the leprechauns live. This is where they hide, this is where their magic is made. These are the trees and that is the grass, this is the home. Happy St. Patricks Day my friends. Maybe the light we chase is the actual gold they horde. Maybe.