Here is one of the many Stories involving Mike. There are going to be two Mikes in this story, one alive, one dead, so I am going to call the Dead one Coddington like I did when he was alive since it is his last name.
I had no idea Mike was a drummer, or was in a band like the queers but only better in my opinion. Songs like “I have tourettes”, “tits”, “don’t kill me” still make me laugh. I forget exactly how they got booked or who else was on the show that night because they stole the show. I had never seen them before. This is before the day where that asshole Coddington gave me a tape that had the band name wrote on it but was blank, which I am sure the lovable cocksucker laughed about later.
To see them live Was a treat. Coddington scooting his ass across the floor while singing my ass is on fire. The love you could tell was there strong. The lyrics, the drums. Mike told me a story about how he got snuck out of a hospital with an iv attached played a show on drums and snuck back in which knowing the crazy bastard like I do I never question for a second.
You may have seen party bands before but you haven’t seen one like this. Their name was the idiots and the name fit all to well. Hard drinking, some of them anyway, hard smoking pot heads. Each show of theirs was like a party, and this was my introduction. Think trailer park boys the band and you might start to have some semblance of a clue.
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