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Mike
is the result of a little known early attempt at human cloning.
His parents, Mike sample 8523266b and Mike sample 462257645p had
high hopes for their offspring which he crushed early on by deciding
to play rock and roll. Mike tried a number of instruments; glockenspiel, empty coconuts, pan flute, harpsichord, lute and a pantheon of others, before settling on guitar "because it's noisy". He became a master of the instrument, if not the ampifier, and after a long search, found a guitar-unrelated job at Burger King, where he learned disappointment, anger, proper condiment storage, frustration, resentment and rage, all of which would drive his peculiar muse years later when singing the blues. He took several years off to travel Europe as an itinerant beggar, playing his guitar in exchange for scraps of food and clothing, leaving him hungry and naked, more grist for the mill of Mike's dark and twisted psyche. He began writing his own songs, giving those whom he could trap in blind alleyways a glimpse into his tortured soul. His first self penned title was the semi autobiographical tale "Send in the Clones", for which he was promptly sued by Jerry Lewis (never attempt to upstage Jerry Lewis while living in Paris). He returned to America having seen the world, but spent the next several years trying in vain to write a song that would encapsulate the empty feeling his search had engendered. He heard it on the radio one day when U2s "Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For" came on, and realizing that someone else had written the song before he could get to it, leaving him without purpose, he joined The Valves. |
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