DJs

Mike Drivers mama was a coyote and his daddy was the ace of spades. He was born in the back of a ‘56 Chevy pickup that was running moonshine from New Mexico to Texas. As a baby he was so tough he used a cactus for a rattle and a live snake for a diaper. As a young boy he attached a lawnmower engine to his trike and headed down south of the border to fight rebels for the government. He returned to the U.S. as a teen where he spit live bullets at the carnival for a living. After winging the fat lady with an errant shot, he began his career in radio. He and Wes teamed up in Austin and Wes got him to the Hub a few years later.