BTW-www.feyrey.com is up. There isn't much there yet, but over the coming weeks, Frito and I will be adding pictures, sound files, band news and a blog, maybe a message board.
We've got some shows coming up. Thursday we play the Sunset Tavern in Ballard. The 16th finds us at EMP opening for Jon Auer (Posies)! We're at Chop Suey on the 29th and on Feb. 1 (my sister's birthday) we play live on KEXP's Audioasis!

But right now, I gotta catch some sleep if I wanna go out tonight. I hope the New Year fulfills whatever promise you think it holds. Remember, THIS is your life. It's started...so get out there and do the dumb things you gotta do. Put your hand inside the puppet head...

May we all get what we deserve.
So Laura and I go out for Pho yesterday. I was a little feisty, 'cause she made me wait an hour before telling me she could make it, then she was something like 20-30 minutes late. I was starving, having last eaten at 10PM the previous day. So I ordered, had two cups of tea and had killed off two spring rolls and was halfway through a large bowl (with rice noodles, bbq pork and meatballs) before she showed up. I'd told her I was gonna order if she was late, so even though she was somewhat dismayed, she decided to give me a hard time in other ways.
So, we were verbally sparring (like we usually do) and I was holding my own, when She came in. Tall, slender, wearing blue jeans and thick turtleneck sweater. Chin length dirty-blond hair, big blue eyes and a cute little upturned nose. She was young, but at least old enough to ogle without feeling nasty. She was with an older man, with white hair and beard. I think he was her father. They sat at a table next to the door. We're on the far wall about 25 feet away.
As She came in she looked at me, smiling slightly. I guessed she saw Bad Ass Betty outside and was pegging me as the owner. My helmet was on the table next to me.
"Cute, cute..." I muttered.
Laura followed my gaze.
"She's gotta be like, 17." she sniffed.
"Nah, I'm guessing 19 or 20." I said.
So Laura launches into this story about her and her boyfriend. I'm listening but but still clocking Her and Her father.
Laura kicks me under the table.
"Stop that, I'm getting jealous."
"Why? You gotta man."
"So? You're with me...it's rude."
"Yeah, but...Cute, cute!"
After shooting me the greasy eye, Laura goes back into her story. Her food had arrived, so between eating and talking, she didn't notice I was still staring...for about a minute.
She follows my gaze again.
"17." She said again, drawing out the syllables like saying the number that way was supposed to put a stop to my (completely superficial) attention.
"OK...how about 19?" I say, amused at her annoyance.
"What do you wanna bet?!" Laura challenged.
"I'm not betting anything!"
"17 or 19...let's bet!" Laura was really fired up now.
"That's 'cause you know I'll get up 'n' go over there and ask her, don't you?!"
Seeing that I was sufficiently cowed, she then asks me for some advice. I give it my best shot, though I'm still somewhat distracted but I seem to be doing a little better at hiding it.
Soon we're both done eating. I get up to pay-I had to leave so I could meet my friend Patty in Fremont.
As I follow Laura out the door, She makes eye contact again. I can't read Her face, I don't see anything there but the mildest interest, like She'd ask me about my bike if her dad wasn't there.
Suddenly, Laura blurts, "Yup! Seventeen!!"
My cover (if I ever had any) is blown.
"Will you SHUT UP!" is all I can say, hurrying through the door as Laura cackles with glee.

Fuggin' brat..

Much later, Laura and I are on the phone. She's annoyed because I refuse to make any New Year Resolutions.

"But why not?!" she wants to know.
"'Cause I figure if there's anything that Life wants me to know, it'll just slap me upside the head with it!"
"It does seem to work that way doesn't it?!" she giggles.
Bowl of Oranges (Bright Eyes)

The rain it started tappin'
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreamin'
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide and already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been

So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky the trees, houses, buildings, even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet

And I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said there's nothing that I can do for you you can't do for yourself
He said oh yes you can, just hold my hand, I think that that would help
So I sat with him awhile
Then I asked him how he felt

He said I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure of it
Thank you, stranger
For your therapeutic smile

So that's how I learned the lesson
That everyone's alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you're ever gonna grow
And when crying don't help
You can't compose yourself
It's best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or a simple song of hope

That's why I'm singing baby don't worry
'Cause now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we'll wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company for those days so long and black

And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we'd see the beauty then
We'd stand staring in awe

At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault-lines and the soil


heh. About that last post. I got a couple of emails asking me what was up. Well, nothing really. I post song lyrics when something resonates with me or when it gets stuck in my "mental soundtrack". Sometimes it's a reflection of a situation in my life, but more often not.
However, if I say I'm in a "Sick of Food" mood, call me and take me out for a drink, OK?


"Why Bother?" (Weezer-duh)

I know I should get next to you
You've got a look that made me think you're cool
But it's just sexual attraction
Not something real so I'd rather keep wackin'

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me
It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
Won't happen to me anymore

I've known a lot of girls before
What's the harm in knowing one more?
Maybe we could even get together
Maybe you could break my heart next summer

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me
It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
Won't happen to me anymore

It's a crying shame I'm all alone
Not with you, nor her, nor anyone
Won't you knock me on my head?
Crack it open let me out of here

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me
It's gonna kill when you desert me
This happened to me twice before
Won't happen to me anymore

Why bother (why bother)
It's gonna hurt me (it's gonna hurt me)
It's gonna kill when (why bother)
You desert me (it's gonna hurt me)
Why bother (why bother)
It's gonna hurt me (it's gonna hurt me)
Why bother?
It's gonna hurt me


Last night I dreamed of New York. As I wandered through Times Square, I noticed the streets were virtually empty, yet I did not find this odd. I remember having a brief conversation with a road worker and staring into the empty darkness of the Holland Tunnel. Hmmm.



I don't know what went wrong but Blogger choked on one of my posts and I had to tinker before some of the newer ones started showing up.

Quick recap. Last weekend: Solstice came, went. I visited my friends in Bremerton. Developed a fascination with Yo La Tengo, The Faint, Flying Saucer Attack, Interpol, The Liars and Solomon Burke. Talked about motorcycles with Chad. J.R. and wife stopped by. Watched Silent Running, Eight Legged Freaks and expanded version of The Fellowship of the Ring. Loved and was loved on by Heidi (I think I'm wearing her down, a couple more years and I propose!). Sent home with a huge tin of Christmas cookies and mondo bar of dark chocolate.

Work was busy but uneventful. Tomorrow, I start my last week in Eastgate!

Xmas is over! The tribe is gathering at the Baltic Room for drinks and L-O-V-E...come on down to Happy Hour (6-9) if ya want in.

Thinkin' about this whole Trent Lott flap and the issue of race and the GOP:

Old Times There Are Not Forgotten

Lott's Racial Honesty (thanks George!)

Of Race and Imagination (WSJ)

Newt Gingrich on Affirmative Action

I've said before that there is probably much to attract black folks to the conservative cause, yet the nasty legacy of those Dixiecrats, Dems who jumped sides in the 60's over the civil rights issues and the party's historical opposition to several issues that are very important to us seemed to put the kibosh on blacks voting for Republicans in significant numbers. However, if you have been paying attention, there seems to have been a shift in the party leadership's thinking. Karl Rove and Newt Gingrich have spoken about the need to attract more black votes. I find this really interesting in light of the Lott Gaffe. Five or ten years ago no one in the party would've come out against Lott. If anything, the matter would've been quickly relegated to the back pages of the papers.
After (I thought) rather empty and cynical display made at the GOP covention in 2000, I still have my doubts. But wouldn't it be interesting if these moves actually amounted to something? Even the stiffest brother couldn't help but bring a little flavor to the party...(Clarence Thomas notwithstanding). Could this lead to a widening of our political discourse in this country? Which to me - is something sorely lacking in the months following 9/11.

Or maybe I just shouldn't drink before I post...heh. (Thanks George!)


I was really saddened to see the news about Joe Strummer today.
If Mick Jones was the bands heart, then Joe was the brains.
Despite my reputation as a 'music snob', I didn't really understand punk rock until well into my senior year in high school. I remember my reaction the first time my friend Thomas played the Sex Pistols for me. (Something like: Dude! That's HORRIBLE! They can't even play their instruments. Put on some AC/DC!)
I'd heard various Clash tunes on the radio (Rock the Casbah, Train In Vain, Should I Stay or Should I Go?, This Is Radio Clash) and I think I even had "Combat Rock" on cassette but it wasn't until I picked up the first album a couple of years later that I really became a fan. I was really diappointed when they broke up and have hoped for years they'd get back together and tour one more time so's I could see them. I was pretty excited to hear they were being inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame next year, 'cause maybe they'd get together and play one show. But I guess that dream died along with Joe.
Damn, there aren't many in this generation comin' up that walked the walk and talked the talk like he did. One of punk's elder statesmen and a truly classy guy has died.

Guess what I'll be crankin' at work tonight?


James sent this to me. He didn't know what to make of it. Neither did I, actually.

Last night I met up with the beautiful and talented Suze...we were gonna check out the last edition of Loop Loop at Chop Suey, but the doors weren't open yet. So rather than stand around in the cold, we walked over to The Elysian and had food, drink and gossip. It had been a long time since I'd been in the orbit of this particular sun and an hour and a half passed like nuttin'. Unfortunately (for me), I had to go to work. But knowing I'd reconnected with someone I haven't seen in over a year and a half had me smilin' all the way to work.

When I got home today, I decided to go in search of Sensi Pete. I haven't seen him in months and basketball season is just not the same without him. His phone ain't workin'...so I stopped by his apartment and left a note with one word on it: punk.
Hopefully, I'll hear from him soon.

Tomorrow is El Stu's 37th birthday! Happy birthday, ya geezer...


Man, what a busy weekend. Thursday, I went to have lunch with an ex-coworker friend of mine. We got all caught up. I rode my scooter, even though it was pouring out. By the time I got home, was slightly moist and exhausted. Dan was celebrating his birthday that night, but I didn't have the energy, plus I had to be at work at 6AM for a training session. I racked out at 5 and didn't wake up until 12 hours later.
After the training session, I came home and did some laundry, paid some bills and whupped Dagoth Ur's candy ass. I decided to ride downtown to Elliott Bay Bookstore to pick up a Barry Yourgrau collection for El Stu. Somehow, between locking the bike up and going up the block to the store, I managed to lose my motorcycle key! I was so pissed! After searching the street three times and went back to the store I picked up "A Man Jumps Out of an Airplane" for Stu and "Islandia" for myself then pushed Betty down to a parking lot at Seahawks Stadium, then took the bus home to get my spare key. Tabitha came over at 5 and she and I went back downtown to catch the International Motorcycle Show at the Seahawks Exhibition Hall. We wandered around taking it all in. I wanted to pick up some highway bars for Betty, but didn't see anyone selling them. So I got some TireFlys and scored a Joe Rocket Ballistic 4.0 armoured texile jacket for $20 under its regular price AND paid no tax!
I always get a kick out of going places with Tabitha, 'cause she's so freaking gorgeous-even when she's not trying. My favorite thing is to hang back a few feet see the look on guys faces as they check her out, then realize she's with me, hah! And of course, she's oblivious to it all.
I was teasing her, 'cause she's really into "crotch rockets" and she was more than a little disappointed with the new sort of insect-like fairing on a lot of the new bikes. I drooled over the BMW's, vowing that when I become more a distinguished gentleman (hah!), I would get a beemer touring bike.
Tab's ex, Roger picked us up from the the show and the three of us met up with alla "the heads" at Buca di Beppo. Since there was over 20 of us, we had to wait over an hour beofre getting seated, but once the wine started flowing, it was all good. Stu, Maria and Matt all wore Burger King Crowns in honor of their birthdays and the whole room sang to them...oddly enough, none of the songs we "Happy Birthday". After eating salad, bruchetta, calimari, ravioli, spaghetti and meatballs (As big as your freakin' head!), lemon chicken and tortellini (really, I had some of alla that), Neil, Stu, Roger, Maria, Tabitha and I went up the the Cha Cha to meet Trish and some friend of hers for a couple of drinks. I had switched to Coca-Cola, 'cause I knew I was going to have ride home. We hung out at the bar for about an hour, but my body clock was fucked so I had to go home. Tab dropped me back at my bike and I went home.
I rolled out of bed close to noon on Saturday. Showered, dressed and walked down the street for a haircut. I had BBQ'd duck at a Chinese restaurant and found $20 lying in the parking lot! I bought some supplies and a Mocha from Tully's and walked home. Last night was the company party. Even though I'd RSVP'd, I'd decided not to go, since I had to work. It didn't seem worth it to get dressed up only to have to leave early. But Tabitha talked me into going anyway. The party was at the Maritime Heritage Foundation. The Dudley Manlove Quartet was playing, making conversation difficult and since I'm fairly new, I didn't really know anyone outside me department, except for Matt F. and his girlfriend Kim, who I used to work with at PDI/Getty. So Tab and I ate dinner and sort of took it all in. It was like a very surreal high school prom. I guess the building we were in is actually a basketball court...
I got to work around 11...and had a TOTALLY uneventful evening. So now it's bed, band practice, then back to work!

Whoo. Hoo.


I'm happy to report that last nights show at the Green Room went well. I was pleasantly surprised by the openers, Tilted Blue who managed to blend jazz, new wave, soaring harmonies and a little bit of the "jam band" sound. They seemed like nice fellas and I wouldn't mind playing with them again sometime.
The stage at the Green Room is pretty small, the neck of my bass was out in the aisle and I had to keep an eye out to make sure I didn't clobber anyone with it as they passed by on their way to the bathroom. We made a few mistakes, due to fatigue (all of us were running on empty just about) but overall, I felt it was one of our best gigs thus far. I left immediately after the show for work and made it at midnight. I was all hopped up on Coca-Cola...must now go to bed!

THANKS to all who came down and supported us, especially on a Wednesday!!


Saw in more than a few places that Massive Attack's new album, "100th Window" will drop sometime in early Feburary! They've also announced some UK tour dates for the spring. WhooHoo! I hope they decide to come this way again. That show at the Paramount was awesome! I was just at their website and I see (true to form) they've got "NO WAR" banners up. I just hope they don't do something silly like last time, when they dropped "Attack" from their name...

I sold my car today. Afterwards, I went outside and stared at the spot it occupied for the last year and a half. She was my first major purchase. I remember being really thrilled and scared when I drove her off the lot. We had some good times...trips to Vancouver with El Stu and down to Eugene. I never made to Spokane, though. As much I love my bike, there's nothing like driving around on a sunny day with Van Halen II or Pinkerton cranked, singing at the top of yr lungs. Goodbye old paint...



Today is Maria's 25th Birthday. I've known her for over half a decade now and she never ceases to amaze me. I don't know anyone else as talented, sexy and fashionable as she is. She blows my doors off regularly and although I don't have a chance in hell (I'm more like a brother...sigh), I'm pleased to be in her thrall.
I imagine the rest of her life will go something like this:

2004-Maria makes her debut in the New York arts scene.
2006-Get a major commission from the Hotel Hermitage in Monaco. Meets and marries the son of a wealthy manufacturing family...Fiat?
2007-First child, a girl ("Ugh! That was gross, never again!")
2009-First husband dies in a sailing accident.
2010-Maria and child move to Rome, she decides to get into acting
2011-Her first movie, a remake of "Roma, città aperta" is a smash. Stars in a successful string of romantic comedies (Frito sees all of them). Shiraz becomes all the rage.
2012-Moves to London, but finds the city "depressing." Decides to split her time between Hollywood, NYC and Beziers in southern France.
December 23, 2012-Nibiru (AKA Planet X) returns, Maria is chosen to be Earth's ambassador to the Anunnaki. ("Y'know, I've spent a little time with our new overlords-They're not bad guys!")

Happy Birthday Maria!!


Ugh. I haven't updated in awhile due to being sick. I think the flu was trying to get it's nasty hands onto me, but I fought off going all the way. I don't think I've ever slept so much in my life! I must've needed it, because I feel mostly human again...of course now, I'm stir crazy.

My roommate Frito, sent me an email yesterday telling me that he'd been in touch with John Richards from KEXP and that we might be able to get a date on their all-local show Audio Oasis in Feburary! Whoo hoo! Something to look forward in the Doldrums...
If you live in Seattle and wanna catch a great show, come down to see us perform at the Green Room next Wednesday, 12/11. I don't know who else is on the bill but it will be the debut of our newest member, Sean Kelly!

Oh yeah! Also check out Adumb's band, Nervewheel and El Stu's band transAtlantic iceFloe:

Tuesday January 14 9:00 pm
@ Crocodile Cafe $6
220 2nd Ave
Rollerball (Portland)
transAtlantic iceFloe

Rollerball are friends of Dan The Man's and are really nice guys to boot! Shoud be a great show!


I was discussing music with Scott Bwoy a few days ago. He was looking for some new tunes to check out-maybe buy some CD's. My wanderings on the web brought me to gnod.net and I suggested he try this out. It's pretty easy to use and when coupled with the power of GEMM.com, and Allmusic.com, yr wallet is gonna get spanked! Don't say I didn't warn ya...