The Foshays have been under a lot of stress lately. With the threat of Covid-19, and fascist regimes looming in our government, it’s hard to take seriously a not-so-serious outfit like a cartoon garage rock band. Trust me when I say “They get it!” Even though cartoon characters can’t technically catch Covid, and setting fire to political enemies in a comic panel isn’t really attempted murder, The Foshays know what it’s not like to be heard(Ha-ha!) Hear them now, check out The Foshays latest single “Get Me to Normal”
We left The Foshays last year in a pre-Covid world. They just released their first EP (available in the shop,) and the future looked bright for this underground pop rock unit. Unfortunately because of the creators personal issues,(stated in the previous post below) The Foshays had no choice but “to leave them wanting more.” Now that they are back in action, and they are definitely looking to give some more to anyone who want’s it. But the philosophy of this comic strip is closer to “trying less is better.” So after some very long meetings with all relevant parties filled with productive meaningful thoughtful thoughts we promise The Foshays will try less at bringing you more!
Note from BiL : It’s been close to a year since I posted on this site. Before Covid-19 hit I was dealing with a few medical issues as well as throwing the first CRUMBLING HEIGHTS party(more on that later.) When Covid hit I found myself without a band to rehearse, which left me with and a lot of free time. My social life, like everybody else dwindled. Even though I had the time to work on The Foshays, I reveled in the break from the music/creative grind I had built up for many years. I took a job illustrating a children’s book over the summer, and house projects loomed large. Even though The Foshays did not get much love, a new music project has developed from this time off(more on that later.) The bottomline is, I’m ready to refocus my energies on The Foshays, and continue telling this story I love so much. This week we’re just getting a few things off our chest, we’ll try to be funny next week. Wear a mask, be safe, and VOTE!
With all of the holiday hub-a-doo all about Harry Blessing took the day off for some old fashioned 1990’s style basic cable binge watching. After ten and a half hours of Viceland, The Cartoon Network, Comedy Central, and The Science Channel he is starting get a little confused. Hopefully his bandmates can pull him back from the brink with a bag of candy and a rockin’ rousing rehearsal!
With 2019 coming to a close and the streets of Minneapolis are covered with ice and snow. The Foshays are taking stock and getting ready for more ice and snow in 2020.
To be honest, The Foshays have had up to here with “honesty.” To be honest, outside of the facts, isn’t honesty (sometimes) just another form of “feeling?” To be honest who cares what anybody really feels anyways? To be honest, I have to ask “Why?” To be honest, I think it’s all a bunch of silly opinions/lies. So congratulations for being “honest” and to be honest, this is just another honest opinion, swirling down the rabbit hole…..to be honest….
He may be cocky, he may be curt, he may be a self serving dingleberry but when the chips are down Freddy Foshay is maybe your guy. Whether he’s on time, or late, he’s aggressively so, and if he’s ever questioned on his lack of propriety he always has the best excuses to soothe his band mates trivial concerns.
The Foshays are busy, busy, busy these days! “Busy doing what?” You ask? Well being America’s number one underground cartoon rock band takes a lot of work, and even though it doesn’t look like work, trust me these boys are moving at the speed of business! And rad mad drummer Freddy Foshay is leading the charge! He may be glib. You might even think he’s a…. hmmmmmm…. we’ll go with “jerk,” but “Old School Freddy” (at least that’s what his grandma calls him) loves nothing more than to burst peoples bubbles. Without him, The Foshays would probably float away on a bed of rock star fantasies, pompous endless guitar solos, and horrible love songs.
Rumors have it that fab boy drummer Freddy Foshay actually said “That’s what she said!” before The Foshays were scheduled to rehearse the other night. When questioned about why he would repeat such an ungraceful overused pathetic attempt at wordplay Freddy Foshay denied uttering the phrase “GROSS!!! No way in hell would I ever say that! When I am at band practice I’m all business. In fact I move at the speed of business! That’s why I’m on my phone all the time!” But, brother from the same mother, Freddy Foshay, remembers the conversation differently. “Harry stated he needed to tune his guitar and Freddy just blurt it out at the top of his lungs! I’m not saying ‘she’ couldn’t have said that, but it’s not very funny or informative because we don’t know who ‘she’ is!” In fact, sources say the line was so misplaced, the awkward silence made rehearsal start 12 minutes later than normal.
The Foshays are sadden to hear the news that Ed Ackerson, Owner and Director of Flowers Studios in Uptown Minneapolis, died this weekend. He mastered our first EP and first LP Not So Now! Being a bunch of dumb studio rats, we needed his help badly. We told him to make us sound like Giuda, and The Music Machine, and he did! We we’re going to hire him for all our future tracks, and even though our expectations have been dashed, we’re so grateful he was able to make an indelible mark on our sound. Thank you for the flowers Ed, and happy travels.