The Foshays have been on a well deserved break this summer. “Why?” do you ask? The boys just finished recording and mixing their first album, Not So Now! And they need some R & R “So what?” you say? Well it’s going to be the biggest rock album of the millennium, wowing fans and critics alike. “Highly doubtful!” you exclaim? If you need proof of their sonic brilliance look for The Foshays Four Song EP this fall. “OK. I’ll think about.” You respond politely. Glad we could have this conversation. Cheers!
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Being in garage band takes a lot of patience, endurance, and understanding. Three traits bassist for The Foshays, Joey Miece, has in spades. When rehearsal starts late, Joey starts later. When no one shows up to the show, he shows ‘em how it’s done. When the band bickers, he butters! When asked about his get-along style Joey responds wryly “As the bass player it’s my job to keep everybody in line by blurring the lines. Expectations are always hard to meet, and in the end it’s not usually worth meeting them if everyone is not on board. I just try to keep everyone happy by being painfully honest. Most people like honest opinions, if not, then they’re stupid.”
Honestly I can’t fault The Foshay’s not-to-trot drummer, Freddy Foshay, for being late. These days everything seems to be a little slow. Once again Minneapolis is covered in snow. Anybody who’s in a band in the upper Midwest is slipping and sliding, and most likely running behind. Even though Freddy is well known for his ungodly tardiness, I’m giving him a pass this month. I might be a little late too, hope you understand.
Sometimes the most simplest concepts pass us by, but not our favorite bass player Joey Miece. He’s always on point with logic, honesty, and dare I say “love?” After all, no matter what Joey says, or does, he’s damn cute! Lead singer of The Foshays, Harry Blessing, knows all to well the disappointment and/or confusion of standing in the shadow of Joey’s brilliant observations. You think it’s going to be about you, but it’s usually about something bigger than all of us put together. Harry knows to relent when he’s been beat. Roll over when he’s been rocked, or when Joey is an adorable wise ass!
This post is dedicated to all the bands doing a show tonight in the snowy apple that is Minneapolis.
Finally facing facts, Joey Miece realized he was in over his head. Instead of dealing with a mopey roommate/bandmate from here to eternity, he decided to throw in the towel and give back Harry’s beloved shades. Lucky for Joey, Foshay frontman Harry Blessing is a more than a good sport. He’s a delusional upside down ass-hat of a good sport. Unfortunately Harry’s black cat will never understand his owners motives, not that anyone was listening to his “feline verbalizations.” Thanks for reading! More next Week!
If you have been following this blog as of late, you might have noticed we have been mired in the “Missing Sunglass Saga” where bass man Joey Miece has kyped lead singer, Harry Blessing, shades. Harry has definitely dug himself into a hole, if only he would turn around and lift his greasy bangs, he would find his best friend and roommate has them on his shaggy head. His black cat is desperately trying to pull him back from the brink, but to no avail. Harry only buries himself further with a pathetic attempt at suicide. Will Joey come clean and rescue his friend from this sad display and reveal it was all just a silly joke, or will he let Harry writhe in pain for the rest of his life?
The saga of Harry Blessings lost sunglasses continues as Joey Miece looks on knowing full well that he is the cause of his band mates turmoil. Why can’t Harry just turn around and see the light? Well the excuse that the “world looks like a shitty pissed stained diaper” without sunglasses is a pretty good one. Unfortunately if Harry can’t face the truth he’ll be forced to go down the stoney end, spiraling out of control forever.
For the past few weeks we’ve been following Harry Blessing, frontman for the rock band The Foshays, slowly devolve as he comes to the realization that he has lost his sunglasses. Alas! It’s only his best friend, and bass bud Joey Miece, who has pranked him. The only witness to this whole affair is Harry’s black cat, who tries to advocate for Harry but is pretty much helpless. Rumor has it, Joey is more of a “dog person” than a “cat person.” It wouldn’t matter anyways because Harry trashed the living room frantically searching for his plastic spectacles through his greasy bangs, and now the damage has been done! Or has it!.. been done, that is. Ummmmm… well anyways! find out next week if this prank still has legs, or arms, or a head for that matter.