Eventually, around 1992, through the positive influence of Tyler and his own expanding aural tastes, Michael started accepting other forms of music than goth. He has now grown beyond Tyler and all others in his discretionary and perceptive judgement of all that is fine music, and is arguably the greatest source of all that is worthwhile in music. At least that’s what he tells himself whenever he throws on some crappy 80’s band to make all the fuckers dance.

Michael started the short-lived but extremely important (only because it was responsible for Tim Burgess of the Charlatans first Denver visit) club-night Revolver, has DJ’d at several NYC night-clubs with the likes of the Rapture and LCD Soundsystem, and has guested at several warehouse parties around town. He still isn’t cool though. He handles the business aspects of Lipgloss, as in handling anything that deals with the money aspect. This is kind of silly considering that he still hasn’t figured out how to pay his own bills, but go figure. He had to do something, and doesn’t like people enough to do either promotions or scheduling.

Michael asks that all lighters, cigarettes and other flaming objects be kept away from his hair.