Reece Linley

Ever try to meet people in Vancouver? You'll have better luck finding out how they put the caramel inside those Caramilks than you will convincing someone to talk to you in a bar. So there you stand, wondering "Who are those people I see every time I go to a show?" You're too shy to ask, so we do it for you.

WHO ARE YOU: "My name is Reece Linley."

IN MY 9-TO-5 LIFE I'M A: "Actually, it's more like 9-to-3 a.m.… I'm a soundman and one of the promoters at the Marine Club. I book the Rockabilly Roundup nights [every first and third Saturday of the month], which consists of traditional neo- and psychobilly live bands and DJs with lots of hot rods and swinging going on. I also have a '50s car club called the Road Kutters. We go cruising, have barbecues, and help each other with our cars. They're good friends with cool hot rods-love ya guys!"

IF YOU'RE BUYING, I'LL HAVE: "A rum and Coke. Or a Pilsner. Yes, it's trashy, but I like it!"

THE BEST SHOW I EVER SAW WAS: "High Noon Reunion at Viva Las Vegas 2002. They're just amazing musicians with that true, traditional rockabilly sound I love. I was also in a band called Rip Carson and the Twilight Trio and we played the main stage in front of about 4,000 people. It was a great show with tons of hot rods, tons of bands, tons of ladies, and, last but not least, tons of beer."

I WISH PEOPLE WOULD SHUT-UP ABOUT: "Gossip. I hate it. Keep your frickin' lies and drama away from me!"

THE LAST CONCERT T-SHIRT I BOUGHT WAS: "At the Hot Rod O' Rama. My old band Deadbolt from San Diego was playing and I had to go on, so I said to my fellow band member, Harley Davidson, 'Gimme a fucking shirt, you bastard. Mine's all worn out.'?"

IN THE MOVIE OF MY LIFE I WOULD BE PLAYED BY: "I would say [Bill Paxton's character Pvt.] Hudson from the movie Aliens."

YOUR BEST MODEL-A STINKY MOMENT WAS: "It was when I got my 1930 Model A running for the first time. I built it from the ground up; I'm talking from scratch! I got the frame from here, the body from there, built the motor from nothing. Finally after 10 months of 10- to 12-hour days of slaving on it, it was the moment of truth. I stuffed my 6-foot-3 self into this tiny car that had no floor, no shifter, no lights, no exhaust. I was sitting on the battery with the jerrycan almost on my lap with a tube running through the windshield hole, ripping around the shop making stinkies (peel-outs). I was proud that day."

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