Mike Johnson (that guy from the Sleep-ins who is often mistaken for me, kingsizemidget) started with a cassette four track around 1995 and one of those crappy Electrovoice mics that looks like some kind of futuristic ray-gun. Mike can't sing worth a shit, but he writes fun tunes so I keep him around for shits and giggles. He keeps trying to play in other bands, but has no idea I've completely car-jacked his subconscious. No matter what he plays...it's gonna be weird and he's gonna end up back here. But I think he's learning to accept it. He's lookin sleepy... I think he's gonna take a nap and let me drive for awhile.
Together, we make shitty home-made freak rock using crappy equipment. Dig it.