About

They call me Brain Damage.
Welcome to the Ointment Project Chronicles.
Here you will find out the truth about all things.
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This is me
Me, Mike “Brain Damage” Govette, with a mouthful of corn.

I am a proud card carrying member of the Ointment Project and as such, I have been able to subject the other members of the band to my curious and eclectic song writing. I wrote several plays which we performed at the Bergener Ballroom in Ontario, California.

Years later, few pictures survived those early days, but I likely have the best collection, so I assumed the role of archivist and plan on disseminating the OP goo far and wide!

This is not only a story of our band, but of our lives as well. The Ointment Project was a social experiment, an avant garde happening that just happened to occur over nearly 50 years’ time.

Having the freedom to play anything we wanted, and act foolishly along the way was too attractive to four creative and fearless guys.

Did we let our lack of skill or ignorance of the music business get in our way? Hell no! It was definitely not a business for us. Our shows became legendary among a small fan base. If you went, you likely would not forget it.

We threw eggs, pie and liquor at the audience. We drank whiskey and smoked pot on stage. Exploding watermelons, pygmies, clowns, hillbillies, extraterrestrials, drag queens, and all with an eclectic soundtrack provided by the Fabulous Ointment Project!

Shut down by the police several times, beginning a live gig at midnight, nearly drowning in the hot tub, swimming in the pool when it was 36 degrees, yet we all were up at 9:00 am the next day drinking Laura Bergener’s legendary Bloody Marys. What’s not to like? (except a hangover…)