Down in Mickey's Basement

We used to go there after school
Drinking Cokes and playing pool

Crackin' jokes and act a fool

We always thought that we wuz cool

We was hangin' down in Mickey's basement.

Down in Mickey's basement

 

Mickey had the best stereo

So Mick's was where we'd always go

Listenin’ to the FM Radio

Underground Rock and Roll . . .

We was gettin' down in Mickey's basement.

Down in Mickey's basement

 

Mick dug blues, I was kind of a rocker

We listened to The Who and a little Joe Cocker

Creedence Clearwater or the Grateful Dead

Beatles sending a subliminal message

Didn't believe it, but we bought all the records.

Played it backwards, played it slow,

Played it long and loud in Mickey's basement

Down in Mickey's basement

 

Same thing Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall

Meet your friends hanging out at the mall

Grandkids think they invented it all

We did it too, and we had a ball

At the record store, Study hall

Debating issues that affect us all, 

Stones or Beatles, John or Paul

But sooner or later, you’d heed the call

You would find us all in Mickey's basement.

 

Mick dug blues, I was kind of a rocker

We listened to The Who and a little Joe Cocker

Creedence Clearwater or the Grateful Dead

Beatles sending a subliminal message

Didn't believe it, but we bought all the records.

Played it backwards, played it slow,

Played it long and loud in Mickey's basement

Down in Mickey's basement

Mickey was one of my best buddies in high school. I really looked up to him; he was smart, cool, and girls fell all over him. Things came easy to Mick. His basement had black lights and strobe lights, a really great stereo system, and a pool table.  It was command central for our local rock & roll counter-culture. We also drank alcohol, smoked cigarettes and other things - lots that we shouldn't have. 

 

After writing this song, I tried to locate Mickey in 2016, only to find that he had passed away a few years earlier. Further online research revealed that he had a life-long record of domestic violence and small-time drug busts.  The mug shots I saw were just frightening.  He peaked in high school.  Sad.

I left all the "bad" stuff out of the song, because I just wanted it to be fun. I'd rather smile and remember the good times.

© 2019 by Wayne Willingham

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