When I first met Mike Tyler, he always seemed as much a rock star as a poet, so maybe it was inevitable he became a musician - albeit one obsessed with the freedom of verse. Back then, when the 80's were giving into the 90's, he would scale wire fences to protest and proclaim into the Loisaida nights Resist! - only to inevitably tumble down into a fractured pox-fever nightmare, muttering ... Logic broke my arm. Mike's own logic is killer, the sharp aim of the assassin. The bakery has no bakers, - he would placidly point out, and then rage. A decade plus later and a different Bush in the White House, and Mike's still preoccupied with occupations: Are you/ what you do/ are you/ born true? he sing-snarl-inquires on 'Wha D'ya Do'. He's the Dillinger of deadpan walking, turning politesse - 'Oh, that's so interesting' into putdown. As a writer, Mike was a punk. Haters (and this consummate playa always had several) complained that his volume and shenanigans detracted from his words (even the haters never seemed to be able to deny the power of the actual words). Mike countered that if his volume and shenanigans didn't get people's attention, no one would even be trying to hear the words. There's plenty of that punk search for frisson - 'gimme friction,' as another New York rocker poet once sang - in Mike's songs. The Iggy Pop of poetry, as everyone seemed to call him, is not trying to sing pretty. And while he's got more bona fide literary credentials than your average singer-songwriter (long before he'd ever recorded a lick, poetry had literally taken Mike around the world), he's not pretentious. Although on songs like 'Your Beauty is a Genius' and 'Boring Song', romantic Mike almost does sound pretty. And he's so self-consciously self-referential on 'ABC' and 'Is The Poet ...?', he's practically meta-physical. I've always thought of Mike as a bit of a metaphysician, the poet-philosopher type - now with guitar (cue the Clash). There's deep wisdom in his puerility, a honing in on what's real and important in his economic word play and reconstructions, a zealotry for truth and beauty that can be disarmingly messianic. Like the intellectual Iggy, Mike plays the Stooge ('is the poet an idiot?' he asks). But don't be fooled. --Evelyn McDonnell, Miami Herald (from the liner notes) Poet Mike Tyler, author of 'the Most Beautiful Word in the American Language', who famously broke his arm while reading a poem, and according to Spin Magazine influenced a young Beck with his heart-on wordism, and is one of street artist Banksy's favorite sprayable sources, comes dirty to his rock 'n roll jones, by making his first music CD. Guitar, voice, and fx from stellar producer Bl'eve, wrapped around simple, direct, inventively cut words, by an artist who never knows what he's doing, but always knows what he's feeling. Includes 16 page four-color booklet with full lyrics, photos, and liner notes.