I met Mojo Nixon while working at the Edge in East Lansing in the mid 90's, he was playing next door at The Small Planet and came over for a chat on the air and it was every bit as fun and weird as you would expect. He had the best Hospitality Rider (list of requests or demands by the artist) I've ever seen. It was short. Something like "Mojo wants beer. Cheap American Beer. 2 cases. Get some for his band too. Mojo wants towels because he sweats a lot. Mojo doesn't want deodorant but you should get some for him if you want to spend any time with Mojo." And that was about it.
R.I.P. you wonderful, crazy lunatic
Mojo Nixon's family's statement on his death is awesome.
Mojo Nixon
How you live is
how you should die.
Mojo Nixon was full-tilt, wide-open
rock hard, root hog, corner on two wheels + on fire…
Passing after a blazing show, a raging night, closing the bar, taking no prisoners
+ a good breakfast with bandmates and friends.
A cardiac event on the Outlaw Country Cruise is about right… & that’s just how he did it.
Mojo has left the building.
Since Elvis is everywhere, we know he was waiting for him in the alley out back.
Heaven help us all.
Elvis needs boats.