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About Me

Little mikey made his first banjo outta a cigar box and some fishing line his pa left down by the pond. His pa was always leaving shit here and there. You do that when youre a drinker and man, his pa was a drinker. Thats for sure. Now that old banjo, homemade as it was, had the sound, a sound you aint gonna get from no damned store bought thing. High lonesome it was. Real lonesome. Like an angel crying into an empty shot glass.

Down the road a bit, about the time mikey got his first pair of store bought shoes, he got his first guitar. It was a pretty thing, wood, with a smooth and candy like finish. He banged on that thing until his fingers hurt but it was a good hurt, pure. It wasnt nothing like the hurt you get from taking a whipping.
When the farm went belly up, a postage stamp speck of a dirt patch in North Carolina, his pa and some other kin packed up what homestead they had and moved up North. They all took jobs in some old car factory. It was hard and stupid work but it sure as hell paid the hard and stupid bills. City life was fucked up back then and guess what? It still is. If you wanna tell someone something, anything, tell them that. City life is hard and fucked up.
One day walking down the street mikey heard the Spirit and this old Spirit just happened to be lookin for a guitar picker. So, by golly, him and his cat, lulu the spacecat, said right there and then, Fucking rad!
They been singing and testifying ever since.
--Dateline 1956

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 4/7/2006
Band Members: mikey b
slim whiteman
susan a
wild bill
rolfo m
Influences: Service to the Lord.
Sounds Like: The hills, trains, wind.
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Ic Icky Done Well

The other day I thought I was a donut. But then I thought that maybe I was just a butterfly dreaming I was a donut. That got me thinking. Crazy thinking. "Too much," I said. "...
Posted by green my eyes on Sat, 16 Dec 2006 08:11:00 PST

Noise

Built me a radio.I like the sound of static, the sound you get right there soft between the real stations. It's like a voice you don't know.Sometimes it makes me sad so I gotta be careful.&...
Posted by green my eyes on Sat, 02 Sep 2006 04:58:00 PST

Fish

Ha! Sour grapes.
Posted by green my eyes on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 09:48:00 PST

Eye Of New

I wasn't too keen on eating at such a weird fucking place. They were throwing glances like insane billy and I was catching. There's a whole bunch of shit that a man shouldn't have to eat bu...
Posted by green my eyes on Sun, 04 Jun 2006 03:54:00 PST

Bar

Whenever me and the cat are drinking in a bar it seems like after a few we get to yelling "amen!" a whole bunch. It makes people look up from their lonely drinks and stare at us for a spell. ...
Posted by green my eyes on Wed, 10 May 2006 11:48:00 PST

Game

I was trying to teach the cat how to play poker. Each time I said "poker" the stupid cat would say, "I don't even know her." It was frustrating. We're gonna play a different game, ...
Posted by green my eyes on Mon, 08 May 2006 10:05:00 PST

Moon Frog

Dateline 1952I was loading in some boxes of gear, just working my way between the old steel chairs and crap that littered the floor of the Chapel, the Catistic Faith Chapel that is, when all of a sudd...
Posted by green my eyes on Fri, 14 Apr 2006 01:38:00 PST