https://open.spotify.com/artist/0iMC3jntDJEH7JeEB2GGah?si=XVVRQHbqRxyBk15lbp5h3Q

spicy mike doesn’t exist. 

He’s fiction. A dish for you to consume. spicy mike is the product of many people, designed to look like the effortless and odorless shit of one man. He’s a pill that cures the guilt you get when the neighborhood homeless man asks you for spare change and you say no. 

spicy mike sings lo-fi folk songs so you can show your friends how interesting and woke you are. You don't want to think too hard. But you'd like to think you've got good taste. You ARE your tastes, and you've got a taste for music that sounds like nothing else out there. You want to feel like you're making a difference, like you're a part of something bigger than yourself, something real. 

spicy mike just wants Bob Dylan to hear his album.

You’re reading his “bio,” a desperate pitch to get you to listen to his music. You might already be listening to his music, music he made; but why did he make it? God only knows. (it's for Bob Dylan)

At one point it could’ve been about the money. But this music is all free. 

Yes, someone made this bio, and someone made this music, but who? spicy mike? Does this sound like him to you? Do you know him? And if you think you know him, who’s to say he hasn’t changed? Do any of us go to sleep at night the same person who woke up that morning?

Maybe if enough of you listen to spicy mike's album, Bob Dylan will too. Or his music will fall on deaf ears. So be it. spicy mike doesn’t even realize he’d be better off. 

But then again, he doesn’t exist.

Alive and well and living in New York City.

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