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.