Believe it or not, a couple people have actually asked me what happened to this page. So I put it back up.

I was born in 1963 and grew up in Weare, NH. I went to The Derryfield School in Manchester NH, where I made the All-State team as a soccer player. It was actually second team, and in Class S, but I don't mention that unless someone asks.

Derryfield was about 45 minutes from our house, so my brothers and I got to drive to school. At first we had a 1969 Pontiac Tempest (basically a four-door Le Mans with a V8), which we somehow managed not to kill ourselves in. Later we became famous for our delightfully crappy white Datsun 710. Every year we had to get out the chicken wire, Bondo, and primer in order to get it to pass inspection. It sure looked right at home in the private school parking lot, nestled in between all the Volvos, BMWs, and Camaros. We thought my older brother Guy had finally killed it when he took down a traffic light pole on South Willow Street in Manchester, but like one of those horror movie villians it rose from the dead when we weren't paying attention, sporting new orange body parts. The 710 lasted a few more years, until my younger brother Matthew - on South Willow Street again - put some poor old lady in the hospital with it. That car had a cracked head, which over time would leak all the engine oil into the cooling system. I think the spot where we flushed the radiator every week is now a Superfund site.

Guy always insisted that I turn off the Dolby on our car stereo. He told me that if I left it on all the time I would "wear it out". He collects stamps, I collect records. Go figure.

I spent almost all my free time on weekends skiing. My parents would drop us off at Pat's Peak in the morning, and pick us up after the mountain closed. I was gone all day, every Saturday and Sunday, from the time I was about 6 until I graduated from high school. Now that I have three kids of my own, I can understand why my parents were so gracious about this.

I was on the freestyle team with Dave and Joe and Bill Stecchi from Dracut MA. Being on the freestyle team was really just an excuse to build big ski jumps and not get into trouble. (Kids: unlike today, when snowboarders get huge parks built for them, we used to get our ski passes pulled if we were caught jumping.) Mr. Brown, the head of the Ski Patrol, actually had a helmet with a flashing red light on it and would pull us over.

I got a B.S. in Computer Science in 1986 from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in Troy NY, where I was a brother at Sigma Alpha Epsilon. My big brother Ted Feyler and I were inseparable, but I think Ted hates me now for some reason.

I played soccer at RPI for two years, but I rode the bench as a sophomore (while Crash played the full 90 minutes). It was the first time in my life that I wasn't in the starting lineup, and I didn't handle it very well and so I quit the next year. After college I spent five years in Columbus OH and then returned to Weare NH. I am married and have three children.

My first concert was Rick Derringer at the Capitol Theater in Concord, NH sometime around 1979. I was 16 or 17 and went alone. I saw a few concerts in high school once I got my driver's license: The Ramones, David Johansen, GG Allin, Lenny Kaye, The Boomtown Rats, Elvis Costello, and Cheap Trick. I also saw a lot of local Boston bands, like Peter Dayton, The Lines, Private Lightning, The Stompers, The Fools, and The Atlantics.

In 1980 I was too young to get into the Club 777 in Manchester to see Steve Jones and Johnny Thunders play, so I just went and hung around in the parking lot outside. But that's OK, because they didn't show up anyway. Walter Lure and Cynthia B Girl turned up at midnight to collect the money. I got Walter's autograph - my first contact with a genuine Rock Star. I'll shatter everyone's illusions here and say that GG Allin was there with his copy of L.A.M.F., begging for autographs just like the rest of us. I hear he also collected Paul Revere and the Raiders records.

If you don't know who GG Allin is, here's a thought: if GG's behavior rated the Jim Morrison Award, then Marilyn Manson would just barely qualify for the Danny Partridge Cup.

Later in 1981 or 1982, I rode in the van with GG Allin and The Jabbers to a show at the Xit 13 in Worcester MA. My friend Steve Perley invited me along because he was in a band with Jabbers guitarist Chris Lamy. GG got tossed around and bloodied up by the audience, and his shirt was pretty much torn apart. He asked me to let him wear my new jacket for the encore, but having seen what happened to his first outfit I gave him my old red and white striped rugby shirt instead. Had I known then what I know now, I would have framed that shirt with GG's blood and saliva still intact. All I have left of that rock and roll artifact is an old picture of me wearing it.

As a freshman at college, I pretty much wore out Kurt Vom Eigen's copy of Boy by U2. (He was to be my big brother at Phi Mu Delta, but I de-pledged after witnessing Spew try to grate Millard Porter's face with a cheese grater. That's a different story.) Anyhow, Kurt took me to J.B. Scott's in Albany to see U2 on 13 Nov 1981. I recall that night fondly whenever I see that pompous mess of a Red Rocks video.

During college, I saw U2, The Clash, The Ramones, David Johansen, Adam Ant, The Lords Of The New Church, The Del Fuegos, The Fuzztones, and a whole bunch more. The Stompers even came out to Troy from Boston once. I also have a Pretenders ticket stub from Albany, but I honestly don't remember going to that show.

After I moved to Columbus, I saw Ian Hunter in 1986 with Roy Young at the Alrosa Villa, the place where Dimebag and the others got killed. I also saw Hunter / Ronson a couple times, Iggy Pop twice, Jane's Addiction, PIL, GG Allin, Jonathan Richman, Hot Tuna, Todd Rundgren, The Tubes (a free concert in a shopping center parking lot), and probably a bunch more that escape me right now. I met Jorma and Jack from Hot Tuna at The Record Connection on Hamilton Ave.

I remember chatting with Iggy in the parking lot behind the Newport in 1988. There was a huge throng of people hanging out by the dressing room, but Iggy came out a different door and walked up behind the crowd. He said he used to come down to Ohio State from Ann Arbor to pick up girls, and told me how there was nothing like the night air in the Midwest. We talked for several minutes before anyone in the crowd noticed that he was there.

In 1989, I saw Ian and Mick at the Newport. I got to sit in on the soundcheck, and went backstage after the show. Ian was sitting in the corner of the room, holding court with all his followers hanging on his every word. Meanwhile, Ronno was taking orders from fans as they entered, and handing out soda and beer. Someone (Weird and Gilley, I think) had a copy of Sven Gusevik's Ronson Ablaze fanzine, and it made quite an impression on Mick. He signed it and it got passed all around the room, but someone eventually walked off with it.

Around 1990 I saw GG Allin again, at Staches in Columbus. This was just before he went to jail in Michigan, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The show lasted about ten minutes; and by then he was completely naked except for his sneakers, and was rolling around in broken glass. The entire audience was outside the club, peering in through what they thought was the safety of the big diamond-shaped windows. GG started winging beer bottles at the windows, the cops came, and then the show was over. Afterward, GG sat on the edge of the stage with a blanket around his shoulders, talking casually with fans as he picked shards of glass out of his kneecaps.

I came back to New Hampshire in 1991. In 1994 I went to the UK for the first time, to see the Mick Ronson Memorial Concert at the Hammersmith Apollo. Campbell Devine got me a seat right down in front, and got me into the party at the Mbargo club. The next evening, Sven and I were having a last drink at the hotel when Ian and Morgan Fisher came in. They invited us over, and we ended up talking for what seemed like hours. Since then I've used just about any excuse to go over to the UK and see Ian Hunter on tour.

I actually see more shows now than ever. Recently I've seen Joey Molland (twice), Tommy Stinson (thrice), Paul Westerberg (twice), Thundertrain (twice), The Wallflowers, Arthur Lee (twice), Def Leppard, Mountain, Donovan, and The Jabbers. I think I've forgotten how many Ian Hunter and Tracie Hunter shows I've seen. Tracie Hunter has played at Music For Middlesex in Boston for three years running, and all those weekends were a delightful blur of music, madness, and the occasional Bay City Roller.

I've always had a short list of artists that I want to see before I die. Arthur Lee and Paul Westerberg were both on it, as was Colin Blunstone (who I finally got to see with The Zombies in August 2005.) Still left on teh list are Terry Reid (who I will finally be seeing in November 2005), Diesel Park West, and Flipp. I'd also like to see Graham Parker and Dave Edmunds.

A couple years ago I was asked to help out with Ian Hunter's official website, which is why this one is not update nearly as often as it used to be.

I have a lot of favorite bands and songs and albums. Here are a few:

Bands: Mott The Hoople, Ian Hunter, Diesel Park West, Arthur Lee and Love, Moby Grape, the Zombies, The Replacements.

Albums: Odyssey and Oracle (Zombies), Forever Changes (Love), Corporate Waltz (Diesel Park West), Friday Night Is Killing Me (Bash and Pop), Village Gorilla Head (Tommy Stinson), The Further Adventures of Charles Westover (Del Shannon), Give 'Em Enough Rope (The Clash).

Songs: Can't Hardly Wait (Replacements), September Gurls (Big Star), May Fly (Terry Reid), Public Image (Public Image), I Want You Bad (The Long Ryders), Ghosts Of Princes In Towers (The Rich Kids), She May Call You Up Tonight (The Left Banke). There's lots more.