What you didn't read in Barry Fey's memoir: Barry turned throwing phones into an artform
On Wednesday, March 6, Barry Fey will be inducted into yet another hall of fame, this one the Denver & Colorado Tourism Hall of Fame, and that couldn't be more fitting. Next to sports, music is probably our state's biggest attraction, and we have Barry Fey to thank for that. Before Barry, Colorado was considered a flyover state. A pivotal figure in music, Barry was the law in these parts for almost three decades. All of those stories are captured in his memoir, Backstage Past -- well, most of them, anyway.
In honor of his induction, we'll be running the stories that didn't make the book all this week. These ones are told by Barry himself, and the people he held most dear next to the fans, those who worked at Feyline. Read on to see what it was like to work with the Man, the Myth, the Legend. Brace yourself, though: These aren't tidy tales of political correctness. This is rock and roll in its glory days -- you know, when it was still dangerous and unpredictable and guys used to break shit.
- Barry Fey on that time that he held a gun to Axl Rose's head
- With the help of a psychic, Barry Fey reconnects with some old friends
- Barry Fey officially inducted into the Colorado Music Hall of Fame
By Barry Fey
You're about to read essays applauding me for my exemplary skills as an employer. Before there were H.R. departments and rules about hostile work environments, I set the standard for the working world to follow. But, before I let some of the people who worked for me at Feyline have the stage, I'll set up a couple of the stories.
When our office was on the fifth floor of the building on 16th Street in downtown Denver, I threw a telephone out the window in anger. It landed on the sidewalk, near the feet of a Mountain Bell Telephone Company repairman. He looked up and saw my open window, brought the smashed phone upstairs and asked if there was something wrong with my phone. After that, he stopped in about once a week to make sure my phone was working properly.
Years later, I had an assistant named Susie Buell, who had a bad eye, compliments of laser surgery that went bad. When it got worse and she had to quit, all the people in my office thought it was great sport interviewing new assistant prospects for me.
They'd tell each of them awful things like, "Keep an eye on him because he likes to throw things. But when does and when he screams at you and calls you names, it isn't personal."
I was out of town once and I called the office and a woman answered. I didn't recognize the voice. I asked, "Who's this?"
"This is Cheryl. Who's this?"
"This is Barry Fey."
"Oh, hi, Mr. Fey. I was hired to be your new assistant to replace Susie."
"Oh, okay, Cheryl. Well, I'll be there in about a half an hour," I said, pleasantly.
Cheryl told Pam or Chuck or someone that she was going to take her to lunch before I got there. Well, the poor girl, after all the stories she'd been told about me, got so nervous that she left for lunch and never came back. I'd never even met her!
Continue on for Barry on AEG Live Rocky Mountains honcho Chuck Morris and Chuck on Barry and his time at Feyline