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.
Let’s face it, pop music is confusing. Hip-hop is boring, and alternative music is just plain stupid. Country music sounds more like rap music these days, and rap music is played in dentist offices across the country. EDM is still the same pile of crap it’s always been. Rock is a lonely zombie wondering the forest, looking for teenage brains to devour, but none can be found. Have no fear! The Foshays First EP is now available in local record stores in the Rock n Roll capital of the universe, Minneapolis, MN. They may not have seven members, and their dance moves are anything but synchronized, but they play Rock n Roll Baby!… That is too say it’s more “rock,” than “rock and roll” per se. Really it’s more like garage rock with a little bit of glam, and bubble gum, with a touch of synth based new wave. And I wouldn’t really called it “punk” but it has a bit of a punk ethos. That’s not too confusing, is it?
Buy The Foshays First EP at Roadrunner Records, Hymies Records, Cheapo, Electric Fetus, Barely Brothers, and Agharta Records. Or buy it online RIGHT HERE!!!
Watch out frozen pizza companies, The Foshays have your number, and like the headline reads, they are hungry! Too many hours rehearsing and many months in the recording studio can make a rock band more crazy than a boiled hamster sandwich. So if you think you can skimp on the pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, and green peppers, you got another thing coming! The Foshays will write a top ten hit about your lack of toppings, watered down sauce, and chewy mealy crust! and that’ll show you!
It’s been a long road for The Foshays. Even though they are the #1 underground cartoon rock band in the Minneapolis/St. Paul metro area, they still have to deal with all same issues actual bands have to deal with. Endless rehearsals and recording sessions, YouTube video shoots, online promotion, the pressure of PACKING A CLUB!!! All for what? Lead guitarist and songwriter Franky Foshay emphatically explains “Toiling in obscurity makes a good band great, and were already great, so all this effort will make us AWESOME!” Bass dude Joey Miece has a more metaphysical interpretation of the bands current goals “You gotta be careful with success, after all it’s got the word “Suck” in it. That should tell you something!” Even though that’s not true, we get your point Joey! Famous or not, rumors abound that The Foshays first 4-song EP is on the horizon. Stay tuned in for more info over the next few weeks.
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!
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.
Joey Miece knows his best friend Harry Blessing all to well. They’re not only roommates and both members of the Minneapolis underground garage band, The Foshays, they’re also best friends. So when Joey kyped Harry’s sunglasses as a practical joke, he knew what was bound to happen. Poor gullible Harry would experience high anxiety and a total loss of self worth, as he searches inward for what is literally right in front of him. Joey only rubs it in by offering hackneyed sage advice, as Harry’s black cat protests. Harry’s pain is legitimate because we all know “there’s nothing worse than loosing a pair of sunglasses,” but hopefully he can find his way through the harrowing maze of Joeys fiendish prank and life can return to normal, with many good lessons learned.