Mikey Maybe

Mikey understands that his knotted rhymes and truthy narratives won’t make him happy with himself, no matter what kind of 8bit-slush-covered drummachine-idolatry he solders together behind them. He realizes that weeping on stage into a warming glass of cranberry juice isn’t exactly “funny” to everybody, even if his sisters laugh every time. He knows he’s been a little short with you lately, and he’s sorry. Things are just a tad stressful at school, and at the youth centre where he works. The kids call him names.

So you see, it all might just be attention-seeking behavior.

Mikey will be part of Hip-Hop Heart. Beat.