So glad you made it!

Hey, music-lover! Welcome to the, er, place chez Trey Roque.

Trey's a singer-songwriter operating out of Prague, Czech Republic. This ain't Nebraska, Toto, but we got kolache!

Lyrically? His songs are about men and women, friendships, dogs, and this whole-life-thing thing.

Musically? His songs are about 3 minutes long. Tops.

Sounds like? We think, "Bowie meets Beck on the back of the bus". Why not find out for yourself? 

And let us know what handle we can put on his music, as we're uberly-bad at doing so.


Trey's Way – The Blog

Belatedly Missed – Elliot Smith 

Elliot was a master of the twisted common expression, fingerpicking acoustic guitar in the face of grunge, and a "spidery" voice shot straight to the heart of anyone ever not part of the bumbling masses.

Maddeningly, there is no way to actually buy this song......

FWIW, this song has a "Verse A, Chorus, Verse B" structure with an interesting modulation. Not that anyone gives a doggam, only maybe Elvis in this tune:

And Trey, in The Bloody Rose Called Love (unrecorded, but if you ask nicely, he will play it live).

Footnote: Elliot, like Kurt, topped himself, and his ouevre is something of a suicide note. It is NOT better to burn out than fade away, it's better to live and sing another day.

Vesely novy svatku! – National Hot Dog Day (USA) 

We guess it had to happen.

After all, a portable, almost warm, semi-nutritious dish that wears well with both ketchup and mustard (sadly, shy of fried onions in this burg), deserves its own 24 hours of joy.

Welcome to National Hot Dog day! Now trending on Twitter.

Here at Power's Towers, we fondly reminisce over looong dogs at US baseball games; Prague eurodogs at 8kc (pop the top, watch the contents spill into the street); Hebrew Franks ("We Serve A Higher Purpose") camping in the Rockies; and IKEA dogs with ice cream, sitting nicely in your tum atop those meatballs in crazy sauce.


The Story of Force Majeure 

Trey was going through a Tim Hardin phase, and totally in love with "How Can We Hang On To A Dream". Beautiful phrasing, heartstrings strings*.

Here's the ill-fated Tim performing the tune solo.

So like all songwriters, he had to catch some that.

Feeling superblue, after losing someone delightful, a song had to come out somewhere. A song's a journey into the ever-changing truth of who you are, and Hang On To A Dream's verse chord-sequence were the magic carpet on that ride into what became Force Majeure. **

Once there, alongside music's deep-wine-dark seas, Trey had to find the lyrics and vocal melody.

It's always a case of teasing out the right melody, the melody that deserves the song, and matching a lyric to it. Pulling it from the waters, and giving it shape to words. And maybe not even with words, sometimes.

Lastly, the lyric had to say something new on that old old topic. The idea of Force Majeure in law, where unforeseen circumstances prevent you from fulfilling a contract (and what is a love affair if not that?), and all those powers that keep you from the one you love, it just fit right. 

And that's how it goes.

Force Majeure

True love, fallen from the skies above, is a feeling best kept close to heart 

Once opened gates let flood waters inundate, when they're gone what can be done to go on? 

"Someone always pays" 

Shooting stars are but collisions from afar, for all their beauty, they're meaningless 

You're in my constellation for all time, but am past you, across the universe 

"Someone always pays, no one ever stays"

* Apparently, Tim didn't want the strings, which we really don't get here at chez Trey.

** Here are the verse chords for FM: Gmi Fmaj / Ebmaj Dmaj / Cmi Fmaj /Gmi Gmi9. A tweak at the end, compared to Tim's tune.

© A. Power 
Reproduced by permission

Soundcloud Gets Roqued 

If you're into streaming, Soundcloud is the Trey Roque Approved service that lets you stream music, audi books, podcasts an' all through your web browser or their app.

To spread the love, Trey's now there, at here.

Feel free to add comments into the track (kewl!), and trust his epiphanetic taste to springboard you into a world of sound......

............ cloud.

Got Moves? 

This guy won the Tiny Desk concert competition recently, and with good reason.

* A solid tune
* A voice like walnut butter pancakes
* Sweet moves – especially when on a mic

Sharp suit too :-)

More tunes after the first one.

The Real Secret of Charisma 

Here's a very 90s start to this post:

charisma |kəˈrɪzmə|


1 compelling attractiveness or charm that can inspire devotion in others: she enchanted guests with her charisma.

2 ( pl. charismata |-ˌmətə| ) (also charism |ˈkarˌizəm|)a divinely conferred power or talent.

ORIGIN mid 17th cent. ( sense 2): via ecclesiastical Latin from Greek kharisma, from kharis ‘favor, grace.’

Charisma transcends cash, youth, slimness and education. In a world inundated with cliche, charisma is the rare sparkle of the brut gemstone. The flat-fifth of blues. The green in the face of Rembrandt's self-portraits.

In this video, Leslie's slightly crap dancing doesn't make her less compelling, or sexy. Why? It's because she is who she is, and no one other.

So too for the Jewish-French pop genius, Rumplestiltskinesque, Serge Gainsbourg. And what catches he made.

Hm. Leslie and Jane's similarity here is pure coincidence.

When you next feel down about yourself, your looks, your clumsiness, your unfulfilled geek chic, think of this – zeroing in on who you really are is the secret to charisma. After which, success follows.


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Previous events

Trey Roque – Plays – J J Murphys

J J Murphy's, Trziste 4, Praha 1

It's a late one with Trey and the lovely people at J J Murphy's Irish pub.

Free entrance – bring a friend and good times!


Trey Roque – plays J J Murphy's

J J Murphy's, Trziste 4, Praha 1

Another fab chance to drink tasty Guinness while listening to the tasty music of Trey.

(Some people think Trey's tasty too.)


Bands We Like

The Franklin Electric. Deffo check out the title track. Plus, lots of birds in the art! FTW!

Genesis – Duke. A very personal connection to the only Genesis LP Trey likes. Buy it wherever.

The much missed Elliot Smith. Oscar winner and torch songster for nerds.

We were into Serge Gainsbourg long before the hipsters. It's a long story. Seriously.

Joni Mitchell kicked ass. A phenomenal songwriter, singer and musician. Trey is deeply in debt to her, if you're canny enough to spot the references.

Lou Reed was always an asshat. But once upon a time he was a talented one. And if you didn't know him personally, that was okay. Check out the Sugarplum Fairy reference Trey makes in an upcoming album.

Ken Scott, while no muso, was key to some of the best music of the early 70s. In other words, the best music ever. His fingerprints are all over some uberly amazing recordings. David Bowie, Mahavishnu Orchestra, the Beatles, Devo and, yes, Lou Reed.

No need to introduce the White Stripes. Other than the fact that Meg is always welcome chez Roque, were she to plomp her butt down on the drum stool.

Was once a time when you weren't allowed a girlfriend if you liked Rush. Happily, along with the ability to code, this is no longer de rigeur. Trey now wishes he could code....

Elvis ain't dead. Along with his early days thumping sardonicism, he also wore specs. Kewl. (Here's a rare cut that means a lot to any fans of Scully).

Now for the mind-blowing stuff.

Remember when you would switch the TV on and some wild shiitake would give you a trip? Well, here's the Mahavishnu Orchestra. Heavy metal never sounded so good. 

John upped the ante (and this is one of Miles Davis' guitarists here, y'know) with Shakti. The only guitarist that makes Trey wish he had chops. (Ass kicking begins 0:42).

This is a more than fair rendition of Bartok's most popular piece. We dare you to play this full volume at night, with the lights out.

Another movie favourite. Spot how many times it's used.

Trey's reprobate uncles would wear the gear for this early 70s phenomenon, but hadn't a scooby about the foundations.