Time is Running Out…


Did you ever get the feeling that time is running out? For your country? Your planet? Your patience?

Time is certainly running out for your chance to get tickets to Mr. Mike’s Mostly Musical Mashup.

Hope to see you this Sunday, the 22nd, at 7:00 PM.

 Get your tickets here.

Although I will be digging back in time for some of the songs we’ll be performing on Sunday, this is no trip down memory lane. The show will be a mix of older songs and ones I’ve written over the last few years, songs that speak to the passions and problems – personal and political, psychological and social – of today. I am excited to share them with you.

A couple of centuries ago Thomas Paine wrote, “These are the times that try men’s souls” and it feels like we are in those times again. One of the best things we can do in trying times like these is to gather together and share our concerns, our dreams, our laughter, our love, and our music. I hope you can share some with me on September 22.


P.S. Here is one of my recent songs, about time running out, that I will be performing at the show: Butterfingers.


The Mr. Mike VIP Experience


Do you think you are a Very Important Person? If you have enough disposable income, we’ll pretend to think so too!

For a limited time, we here at Mr. Mike’s Mostly Musical Mashup are offering a rare glimpse behind the scenes of a real live rock show.

For the insane price of $998.97, you get:

  • Meet & greet with Mr. Mike himself, or an incredibly life-like cardboard cut-out, or a green screen where we can superimpose his image.

  • Individual photo opportunity with Mr. Mike. We guarantee that his hands will be kept in view of cameras at all times, with none of the grabbing and groping you get at many of these events. You may feel free to grab and grope Mr. Mike. He enjoys that kind of thing.

  • Mr. Mike will sign any piece of memorabilia you bring, from CDs to Mike Power Atomic Man action figures. Please do not ask him to sign any body parts. We are still in litigation over the last Meet & Greet.

  • Commemorative VIP doohickey of some sort. We are still working on this part.

Get your tickets here

Enter the code MRMIKEVIP when ordering your tickets to take advantage of this once-or-twice-or-however-many-times-we-can-get-away-with-in-a-lifetime offer.

See you at the show!

DISCLAIMER: Anyone attempting to enter a code, redeem a golden ticket, or wander backstage at any time before, during, or after the show, will be handed over to the proper authorities for psychological evaluation.

Lucky Man

Illustration by Michele Marconi


Are you what is called a lucky man? Well, you are sad every day. Each day has its great grief or its little care. Yesterday you were trembling for the health of one who is dear to you, today you fear for your own; tomorrow it will be an anxiety about money, the next day the slanders of a calumniator, the day after the misfortune of a friend; then the weather, then something broken or lost, then a pleasure for which you are reproached by your conscience or your vertebral column; another time, the course of public affairs. Not to mention heartaches. And so on. One cloud is dissipated, another gathers. Hardly one day in a hundred of unbroken joy and sunshine. And you are of that small number who are lucky! As for other men, stagnant night is upon them.  

Victor Hugo

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

What a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

What a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

What a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died

What a lucky man he was

Bands of Co-Conspirators

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I have been making music for over 40 years and have had the good fortune in that time to have worked with some insanely talented people. In my college dorm, in my wife’s office, even in my parents’ basement, I found musicians, singers, and songwriters who astounded and challenged me. It is impossible to say how much I learned from each of them. I only know that every note I play comes from a foundation we built together.

I was tempted to harangue some, all, or as many as I could persuade, of my previous co-conspirators, to join me for this show, but new phases sometimes require new faces. My instinct this time around was to work only with artists I hadn’t worked with before.

The first one added to the roster for this show is a man, like me, who has played for many years with many bands. His bands include Letters From Home, The Providers, and the Snook Brothers. He is the wonderful guitarist Vinny Armanino. How wonderful? You can pick up a ticket and find out. I guarantee you will not be disappointed.

Get your tickets here.

Vinny and I – and the rest of the fife and drum corps jug band orchestra and fellow-travelers – will spend the next month preparing a uniquely memorable experience for each member of our audience. We would love to see you there.

Here is a recording by one of the 1990s version of my co-conspirators named Late Model Humans, performing one of the songs that will be featured at the show: You’re The Only One (I Think).

In your chain I’m just a link
A valentine that isn’t pink
Like all the others in a blink
I’m gone like water down your sink
But if you’ll give me one more drink
If you’ll just give me one more drink then I’ll say

You’re the only one, you’re the only one
You’re the only one, I think
You’re the only one, you’re the only one
You’re the only one, I think

Next time we’re down at the bar
And you say this time I’ve gone too far
That I just want to drink and play guitar
Like I’m some kind of fucking star
I’ll pound down another drink
I’ll pound down another drink and I’ll say

You’re the only one, you’re the only one
You’re the only one, I think

What can I do to make you stay
Why do I always have to say
You’re the only one for me, girl
Why do I always have to say
You’re the only one, you’re the only one

This is no ordinary thirst
I’m fighting off the family curse
And still I know it would be worse
If I was alone in this universe
A universe as black as ink
But if you’ll give me one more drink then I’ll say

You’re the only one, you’re the only one
You’re the only one, I think

Coming Full Circle in NYC


Thirty five years ago, I moved to New York City, into a friend’s apartment at 4 Saint Mark’s Place. On September 22, I will be performing a show at the Kraine Theater, four blocks away from that first apartment. I’ll be playing songs that I wrote during the years I lived in Greenwich Village, songs I wrote when I lived on the Upper West Side, and ones written in my current home in the Bronx.

Get your tickets here.

The city has changed a lot since my first days here, hanging out in clubs like the Ritz, the Limelight, Danceteria, and CBGBs, finding new experiences that seeped into my songs. In music I found the power of melody and poetry to inspire and soothe and reveal and heal. I would love to share some of these experiences with you in the city that always will be home to me.

Here is a recording from the mid-nineties, by an early incarnation of Late Model Humans, of one of the songs I’ll be performing: New York City.

This is no time for saluting flags…

Happy Independence Day. Please enjoy responsibly, with these timely words and timeless music from Lou Reed.

This is no time for celebration
This is no time for shaking hands
This is no time for backslapping
This is no time for marching bands

This is no time for optimism
This is no time for endless thought
This is no time for my country right or wrong
remember what that brought

There is no time

This is no time for congratulations
This is no time to turn your back
This is no time for circumlocution
This is no time for learned speech

This is no time to count your blessings
This is no time for private gain
This is a time to put up or shut up
It won’t come back this way again

There is no time

This is no time to swallow anger
This is no time to ignore hate
This is no time to be acting frivolous
Because the time is getting late

This is no time for private vendettas
This is no time to not know who you are
Self knowledge is a dangerous thing
The freedom of who you are

This is no time to ignore warnings
This is no time to clear the plate
Let’s not be sorry after the fact
and let the past become our fate

There is no time

This is no time to turn away and drink
or smoke some vials of crack
This is a time to gather force
and take dead aim and attack

This is no time for celebration
This is no time for saluting flags
This is no time for inner searchings
The future is at hand

This is no time for phony rhetoric
This is no time for political speech
This is a time for action
because the future’s within reach

This is the time

Because there is no time

One night only…

Please note that this post will remain at the top of my blog until the show. Scroll down for more recent posts.

For one night only – Sunday, September 22 – you (yes, you) can experience a show that is a little different from other shows you’ve seen. I hope you will come to the Kraine Theater at 85 East 4th Street in Manhattan and witness Mr. Mike’s Mostly Musical Mashup.

Get your tickets here.

I will be performing original songs written from the 1980s to this year, including ones originally recorded with Late Model Humans, and performed at CBGBs, the Bitter End, and Kenny’s Castaways. In addition to the songs there will be instrumental pieces, original poetry, visual art, and a few surprises.

I hope you can join me on September 22, as we find out together just what Mr. Mike’s Mostly Musical Mashup is all about.