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Breakfast, Fred Green style: "Take a whole bag--stem, buds, seeds, everything--and cook it with a block of butter until it all burns down. Then you put the butter in the freezer and later, when you spread the butter on a piece of toast, you don't waste any of the goods."
Bass player Ben Gilley is sharing his recipe on a sweltering September afternoon inside a neighborhood pub in Old Town Tempe. The other two members of the aggressive, psychedelic funk trio Fred Green have been daydreaming, but at the mention of pot toast, singer/drummer Chris Peeler dutifully tunes back in to the conversation. With his platinum, spiked hair and goatee, he looks like a bleached-blond devil.
"It's medicinal," Peeler says, picking up where Gilley trailed off. "And it's just our favorite thing. We usually smoke and write. As a matter of fact, we just wrote a song yesterday and played it last night at the Sail Inn."
"What's it called?"
For a band whose name is a euphemism for marijuana, it's not surprising that most of the songs on Fred Green's recent self-released debut, Dilly Wagon, are about getting stoned. "Smokin' Function" is a bass-heavy funk tune about pot-induced hallucinations, for example, and the jazz-flavored "Fred" explores the many advantages of daily weed consumption. "Pot is a creative influence," says Gilley, a towering musician with wild, dark locks. "It puts you at the center of your creativity."
But not just any shrub will do. "The 'kind' bud, stuff from Oregon or Washington, is very good," Gilley explains. "You don't want to be writing music on 'schwag.' It's like smoking alfalfa or hay."
Of course, all pot is equal in the eyes of the law, as Fred Green discovered the hard way in February. The band--which also includes guitarist Todd Minnix--shared a bill with the Los Angeles outfit the Infidels at the Brian Head ski resort in Utah. "Someone had given us two small joints after the show. So we were all sitting around [in the Infidels' room] smoking and stuff, when someone knocked on the door and said, 'Hey, man, open up--it's us!' So we were like, 'Cool.' We open the door and it's a Utah marshal. They'd heard us singing about dope and we got popped."
We now quote from a police report written by Marshal Carpenter of the Brian Head Police Department:
"On 2/4/96 at 01.30 hours, hotel security officers were on routine business checks. Security officers noticed the odor of marijuana coming from one of the rooms. Upon knocking on the door, I was greeted by [a band member], who had the distinct odor of marijuana coming from his person as well as the room in which he occupied. I then asked to enter the room due to the fact that there was the fresh odor of marijuana smoke present.
"Reporting officer then obtained 21U2 marijuana cigarettes, which were placed into evidence. One of the marijuana cigarettes had been freshly burned."
Gilley, Minnix and Peeler were charged with possession of marijuana, a misdemeanor in Utah. They eventually pleaded guilty, and each paid a $370 fine. Gilley says that not long after the bust, the three of them gobbled some magic mushrooms and penned "Utah Marshal," a tribute that appears on the new album.
Listening to Dilly Wagon, it's hard to imagine Fred Green staying bummed about anything--even a thorny brush with the law--for long. The disc, which has sold more than 1,000 copies in the Valley, is a euphoric blend of Primus and Alice in Chains stylings, framed in fluid, funky beats--what the band calls "stinkasmokafunkagrooverama."
"Our stuff is never heavy or negative," says Gilley, a graduate of Plaidstone, a heavy funk troupe that split for Oregon when Gilley quit. "That's part of our small, tiny success. We've got a superpositive vibe."
The band formed last spring when Gilley, who was on the outs with Plaidstone, visited the Tempe club Boston's to check out an acoustic jam session. "I'm sitting at the bar and I see these two guys get up onstage and play a Stevie Ray Vaughan cover, and they're just tearing it up, with harmonies, tambourine, the whole bit," he recalls. Gilley gave the pair his number, and three days later the three were in a friend's home studio writing songs.
Peeler and Minnix had recently relocated from Pennsylvania, where they covered rock tunes in a band called Wisstle Bisket as Peeler earned a degree in percussion and voice from Wilkes College. Gilley, a self-taught musician from rural Oregon, says meeting Minnix and Peeler was like coming together with his "musical soul mates."
These days, Gilley, Minnix and Peeler are bonded by a common tribal tattoo, a management deal that keeps them in gigs and out of day jobs, and a shared willingness to play more often than most people change their underwear. "Most bands are afraid to play too much," says Minnix, a single shock of black hair cascading from his otherwise bald head. "We'll play anytime, anywhere."
Fred Green has performed throughout much of the West Coast and often plays in Seattle with local funk favorites Silly Rabbit. The band recently returned from its "Spred the Fred Tour '96," which took it through 26 cities for 33 shows in just six weeks.