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SHOW 8

Saturday, December 31, 2005, Buzz Fugazi


The number EIGHT has always been lucky for me. It was Zilla's apartment number in Carbondale. That was a very lucky apartment. It was my jersey number for my entire baseball career until my stint with the CUBS, in '89, when I deferred to Andre Dawson because I respected his greatness as a player and he was burning holes in my face with lasers blasting out of his eyes. Traded to the Honolulu Coconuts of the Has Been Never Will Be League for a batboy and a hula dancer to be named later, I wore my lucky number proudly again in flourescent yellow on my electric green jersey until I woke up in the MSIG ARMY studio with my first big chance to apply lessons from the Snotmeister and drive the 18 wheel editing software coast to coast.

BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE! We didn't finish Show 8 in time for X-MAS, so I re-mixed the HOLIDAY part of the show with two aborted sessions with DOC at WGTR. The first abortion is from one of the earliest sessions recorded at the Kennel, DEC 2004. Listen for the bit that says, "Unfortunately, there aren't any Christians here to celebrate. Nothing but a bunch of Jews in the room." The second failed attempt for a bunch of Jews to make a X-mas special was recorded at a Thrift Lodge just outside the city limits. It was mostly DOC playing a bunch of Dr. Demento X-mas favorites, but the bit I used from that session is my bro telling what I hope will become a classic Chicago X-mas tale. You've heard the one about the 3 Wise Men? My brother tells the heartwarming story of A Couple of Wise Guys.

G-d bless us. Every fucking one of us. Pig by pig. Hut by hut. Happy New Year. If you see Steve Poltz, tell him Doc says the check is in the mail.

Long live the new flesh.