Poor Franky Foshay can’t seem to get anybody to listen to him these days. Maybe it’s because of the lame attempt of his to have a “band meeting” earlier this summer. Or maybe it’s his hackneyed colloquialism “C’mere a minute.” Oh Franky I’m sure you got some fans out there who have the time to listen to you pontificate about the finer points of late 60’s bubble gum superstars 1910 Fruit Gum Factory, or your multitude of reasons why “Give Us a Wink” is the best Sweet album of all time. Just keep the faith Bro! See you next week!

Are you ready for the next big thing? The game changer of all game changers? Or do you just want take a shIt? Well either way The Foshays has got you covered. Harry Blessing is the always optimistic front man, who can’t wait to exploit the current pop cause. BUT “Old School Freddy” (at least that’s what his grandma calls him) can’t be bothered with such tripe. He’s over it before it’s even started. He’s under it before it’s even over. You may think that you have got him covered, but he could care less.  Harry, on the other hand, will cradle you to bed with sweet dreams and self affirming rock n roll rhythms, Freddy, just wants punch you in the face with his drums!

Oh Freddy! Don’t take it personal. Just because Franky’s voice is an atonal cacophony of random complaints and criticism, doesn’t mean he has anything in common death metal… I mean… uh wait a minute, let me rephrase that… Just because Franky’s soulless heart is filled with black muck that looks like oil from your car after 8683 miles … uhhhhhhhh… no that’s not right. One more time… Your brother, Franky Foshay, may be annoying… NO! I mean just take the time to listen to your brother. He cares about you and has the best intentions. Really he does!

Sometimes you need to do something different. Move past the horizon and try to see the unseen. Foshay frontman, Harry Blessing, knows this instinct better than most. Luckily he’s in the Rock n Roll business, where one is expected to produce the predictably unexpected.   So don’t worry people, there are still mysteries out there to be demystified, and Mr. Blessing is more than willing to lead the way.

Now Franky has stepped in it for reals. He only wanted to have an innocent little band meeting where the group could listen to him pontificate about his dreams and scattered expectations for rock and roll excellence. Now he’s in the dregs having to deal with the real nuts-and-bolts issues of being in a creative unit. Oh well Franky you asked for it, and besides, Joey poses an important question here. Just tell him you’ll give it some thought and pat him on the head.

As you can see, there is a reason why no rock group (other than Bad Company) has had a successful band meeting. The assumed leader of The Foshays, Franky Foshay, already fumbled hard with a long diatribe about wearing black on stage, and something about the band needing to communicate more. YUCK!!! And now we find Freddy Foshay creating fractures that will surely lead to a breakdown in communications. Bass dude Joey Miece is only to eager to jump on board this kavetch-train. We haven’t heard from Harry yet, but it’s not looking good for The Foshays first (SIGH!) band meeting.

Every band attempts this mighty feat, and all except Bad Company have failed. Usually when a band mate says “we should have a band meeting” it’s because they passive-aggressively don’t want to say something directly to another band mate, or someone has a pompous idea that EVERYONE MUST adhere to. Unfortunately The Foshay’s are at this awkward stage in a band’s development. Watch this space over the next month to find where Franky, Joey, Freddy, and Harry fall on the issues that are sort of confronting the Foshays. I mean really?! They’re just a garage band from Minneapolis MN. How much could they have to discuss?