ARE YOU IN A BAND?

So there we were, bowling away a Saturday night in Davis Square. Mikey, his roommate Tina, Amanda and Joanne, myself; y'know, the usual gang of idiots. For those of you who haven't seen me (most of you, probably), my perpetually changing "look" is currently reminiscent of a young Elvis Costello or Buddy Holly. Or The Sheila Divine. Nothing drastically original, I'll grant you that, but cest la vive! So I'm hanging between frames minding my own business among friends, when out of the corner of my right eye a young girl appears. Prototypical Gap girl, this one; looks like she's about to start singing off-key Madonna until I buy some chinos from her. I don't think much about it, until she sits next to me and says "HI!" I look to my right, and there beams a smile resembling that of the flautist girl in American Pie. Ok, now I'm freaked; am I being hit on by this teenage mall denizen?! Is she going to tell me about this one time...at band camp? NO!!! She asks me "Are you in a band?"

I'm caught a bit off guard, trying to think of how to let her down gently, when Mikey leans over and says "Yeah, he's in The Sheila Divine!" So now Gap girl starts hyperventilating, and I've got no choice but to go along with it. She has no idea who The Sheila Divine are, but it doesn't matter; I'm in a band, and that's good enough. It turns out that she is among a group, one of who is turning 18 that evening. A simple request is made; would I sing Happy Birthday to the lucky bowler? Mikey, my "manager", shoots me a negative shake of the head. I respectfully decline, since I've got to rest my throat in between gigs. Instead, I offer to pose for a few pictures. Hey, it's the least I can do for my public. Gap girl and her friends all give me big thanks, and promise to go by our disc, New Parade as they head for the door. Just your typical Saturday night at a bowling alley in Davis Square. I often wonder if right now, thanks to Mikey, one of those kids is comparing the New Parade sleeve with a picture of me from a bowling alley screaming "THAT'S HIM!!!"

And THAT'S the Mikey that I know and love. And miss. Those of us who are aquainted with Mikey Dee appreciate all that he's done for our careers over the years. Those of us who know Mikey appreciate Mikey, regardless of whether or not he's plugging our CD's and gigs. Get well soon, Mikey. Bowling just ain't the same without my manager.

With love...

Brian Westbye

Saturday, March 11, 2000