cyko miko is still kicking, with ST, infectious grooves, and a kazillion other projects, including a solo album. google search to read more...
feel free to point and laugh - i have the same blessing/curse as Locamama - every-damn-thing relates to a song lyric in my head, and around the house i sing everything from ST to Neil Diamond to you-name-it. plus i make up stuff constantly. my dog loves me to sing "He's in the Jailhouse Now" (from "Oh Brother, Where Art Thou") and if i sing Bon Jovi in the shower - but only Bon Jovi (first two albums only!) - my cat will come in the bathroom to "sing back-ups". both the cat and the dog like it when i make up songs about dinner-time. they eat better when i sing pre-dinner-dittys. my poor wife is the one tortured by us lunatics (the lunatics...are on the grass - Pink Floyd), but God bless her, she loves us anyhow. actually, i think i've finally driven her crazy (but that's how it go-o-oes - Ozzy) as me. if we hear anyone, anywhere say any sentence that's ends with "...do it all the time" we're likely to follow it with "yeah, yeah" (Violent Femmes), the word "stop" is almost always followed by "Hammertime!" (MC Hammer), and i almost - ALMOST i say - "got some" today by singing "Found" by The Beloved. oh my poor, sweet, wonderful wife. don't say a prayer for her now, save it for the morning after (Duran Duran) did i mention that i was a karaoke host for 5 years?
20 years ago, i would have signed off, "sk8 or die!"
instead, i'll just say "peace - out"
