Mike Jurkovic – Poop 2020
my new book and cd AmericanMental arrived in March with the virus. so it’s been a seriously ironic year for me. but despite my particular circumstance, here we are on the heels of Annus Horriblis still clinging to traditions both minuscule and grand, like pOOp 2020 and I’ve something to painfully and willfully confess: I can’t listen to whatever modern pop or rock n roll is anymore. Truly, truly don’t care. Never thought I’d say that being so astute to the ch-ch-changes, so I’m not even going to try and bluff you. I’m going to list what got me through our perilous surge towards tyranny and affliction and move along to next year when the two Marks, who beat at the heart of this unscrupulous amalgam of obsession and obsfucation, hopefully email me to ask kindly, hey what you got this year dude?