About a month ago I ran into Mikey Young from Total Control and Eddy Current Suppression Ring at the Copacabana on Smith Street. Still got the poster. He was DJing. Dick Diver were playing. So was Handsome Steve’s Steve Miller Band. The Bloody Marys were six bucks. They were shit. I’d been out for the past four days. The night before I keeled over outside the Public Bar ‘cos my insides were turning on me. I didn’t puke, just felt like I’d got a stick between the ribs. It was a good weekend for an arvo gig at the Copa, though. But I wasn’t in the best shape to run into Mikey Young.
I’d been thinking about writing a story on Mikey Young ‘cos everyone had been talking about Total Control being over but it didn’t seem real clear. When I saw him at the Copacabana and asked if he’d do an interview I only had the question of the band’s continued existence in mind, but then when he agreed I thought I’d ask him about his life story instead.
A few weeks later, here it is.
Maybe it doesn’t matter what hospital someone was born at but I like reading about it anyway. Knowing Eddy Current were from the same area as me made me appreciate them more. That video up there was filmed practically just down the road from my house. Those beach houses seem kinda iconic. Knowing that thoughtful, vital artists can come outta this kinda shitty town and do something incredible, instead of having to move to a sharehouse in Fitzroy first, is encouraging. I guess that’s how kids in Geelong feel, too.
There are a lotta reasons I respect Mikey, but I guess they all come back to the fact that he seems to have distanced himself from the spectacle without pretense. I feel like what he’s doing is probably the right way to do things.
I reckon this is the best thing I’ll write this year.