Never underestimate the power of a Texan. This goofy yellow bastard led the group with a hard-hitting back beat since it's first conception back in May '98. Hell, when things were all said and done, we were the only two origional members. I think that put us in a different musical relationship than with the other guys. Or not. Probably not. Nah. Anyway, Trey had a great style that fit into Dead Kelly's sound.

Oh wait, I remember something about Trey. HIS MOM DROVE US CRAZY. For a hard-as-nails Souther boy he sure way a wimp when his Mom got involved. "Is Trey Laquey there!?" was her favorite phrase. It was often screamed over the phone during practice. I found it amusing that she would say "Laquey," as if there was another Trey roaming about my house.

Despite the madness of Momma Laquey, Trey inspired some of the most piss-on-myself gut-busting teary-eyed laughing fits I had ever had in my life. If you get a chance, ask him to do the praying mantis, or the Sam Song, or Jemmy Legs.