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What is coincidence really?

Here I am walking around downtown Fullerton on a Thursday night, looking for something to do, when I hear this voice pierce through the evening darkness. I imagined that I was like Odysseus on an Odyssey for something to do with myself, and suddenly, here was this siren drawing me ever closer to a neon sign that spelled McClain’s in blood-red letters. It looked like an old house, brimming and belching a mass capacity of people out the door and into the large heated patio area—a sea of college kids and hipsters taking long drags off of their cigarettes while trying to find a better line-of-sight between the flotsam with what was happening inside.

My curiosity was peaked, and I joined the efforts to try and find a better view. How shocked was I when I saw that it was my next door neighbor inside this place, belting something fierce and using some crazy things on the floor to loop things with his guitar. It was like he had the voice of a dragon—you could feel the humidity rising in the room as if this old house was his secret lair and we were his prey. I was shocked. As far as I was concerned this morning, he was just some dude living next door that I constantly saw loading and unloading music equipment in and out of that filthy Honda Civic of his at 2:00 AM every morning.

However, then he started talking between the songs, and this feeling of predator and prey fell to the wayside immediately. He was goofy, charming, and intelligent. He spouted off something about how “if we’re to run tandem with the old Aesop fable that everyone is like sheep, it’s best to be the black sheep, and that he wanted to thank us for being just that mainly because we bother thinking for ourselves.” I wasn’t exactly sure why those words stuck with me, but it felt true. I mean, in my own experience, I see people everyday that just sort meander through life without any sort of purpose—and the most alarming thing, is it seems like these same people just blindly start following the first thing that they can—and not because it speaks to them as an individual, but because they see everyone else doing it. Whether it be religion, politics, or ethics, I am saddened by the lack of thought that goes into the everyday person’s existence. Mike was playing stuff that really resinated with me on a human level, lyrically. It wasn’t just a bunch of love songs, he had a message behind a lot the stuff he was laying out, which I found fascinating—he’s addressing issues and telling stories. A songwriter, or troubadour in the oldest respect.
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I’m going to retire this bio like Magic Johnson’s number 32 jersey. He was a giver, not a taker:

First off, you must have a sense of humor and be at least this tall to read this:

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Congratulations on your height!

Hi, my name is Mike. I came up with this completely original idea about three or four years ago over a bowl of Lucky Charms and 1% milk; what if I wrote words regarding everyday life that people could relate to, devise a melody for said words, and then sing this melodious concoction over a set of predetermined blocks of music—sound familiar?  I hope not, because it’s my idea… you just keep that in mind bucko.

Wait, I apologize—sometimes my mouth gets away from me.  What I really meant to say is thank you for stopping by my website.  You could be doing any number of things (like cleaning your toilet bowl, eating girl scout cookies, watching C.S.I Miami, painting your toe nails, cross dressing), but no, you are listening to my music you cute little thing you.

I figure if you haven’t already abandoned your valiant effort to read this “Bio,” well then the very least I can do is tell you a little more about myself; after all, otherwise, I might be wasting your time. Here is a short list of interesting “secrets” regarding Mike Vitale:

1.) He enjoys talking about himself in third-person occasionally.
2.) He’s not the kind person who doesn’t use double negatives in a sentence just because he can.
3.) He lies when he says that he enjoys talking in third-person (because every other musician does when they talk about themselves in a bio).
4.) He wears women’s underwear. Shhh, that’s our little secret.
5.) He uses the word “occasionally” egregiously and really means that he does it all the time, but for some reason, saying “occasionally” makes him feel better about himself.
6.) He doesn’t know what the word “egregiously” means.
7.) Some people think that Mike is in denial about being a compulsive liar—he doesn’t agree.

Now, lets recap on what we’ve learned about Mike Vitale… not much. But we have learned quite a bit about your patience.