Drums, backing and occasional lead vocals, howls, screams. "MAD" MIKE IN ACTION |
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Summoning the demons... |
...Blast off to Kicksville |
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Mike was in
a band in Connecticut and they used to play NYC once
a year. I went to every one of their shows, hounding him
for 7 years to join the Fuzztones. One night at a party, a
mutual friend told me that Mike's band finally broke up. Within
a week he was living in the East Village and playing with the Fuzztones,
replacing Ira Elliot.
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Mike and Rudi upon their L.A. arrival |
With Michael
Jay, we spent one year auditioning guitarists before
eventually giving up and moving to L.A. Mike accurately
chronicled our hellish 8 day cross-country van excursion
in "Blackout" (Braindrops), which included UFO sightings,
ten breakdowns (usually in the desert at night), and more than a
few supernatural occurances.
- RUDI
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Walkin' alone, the desert night, life of it's own No shooting star will put you right Your head is blown You see a name down in the sand Written in stone You see a girl there to your right But you're all alone Could be the speed workin' on your mind Can't stop the car Over the edge, over the line Pushed way to far The desert night wants you to know How young you are BLACK OUT ! |