Members past and Current: -----
Brian Hobart: Drums and vocals 2006-2008-------
Ryan Coffey: Upright Bass 2006-2007--------
Jerry Thomas: Lead Guitar 2007-current-------
Matt Box: Bass Guitar 2007-current---------
JJ Read: (stunt Box) 2008-2008----------
Scottie Foertmeyer: Drummer 2008-current---------
Dan Zimmer:Keys 2008-current----------
Aaron (The Kid) Heindel: Guitar and Vocals 2006-current-------
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Sounds Like
Warm shots of bourbon with your Mamma at Sunday Morning Church!!!!
Midwest Kid is made up of a bunch of rag tag musicians raised and living in the Midwest. These songs are all about just that..... Over the last 2 years we have been through a gauntlet of people, songs, and empty bottles. I would like to thank everyone who has been a part of this thing we call Midwest Kid. Everyone from the drunks who played with me and the drunks who listened, to the bartenders and friends that got us drunk. You are all the reason we love doing what we do and keep doing it.
Cheers!!!
Kiddo
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
