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The Story So Far...
Oh, where to begin? Once there was a place in the heartland
where you could go to get a delicious treat like the Pecan Nut Log and
purchase obscure Country/ Western compilation eight-track tapes.
A Place where the soda was sweet, the service grudgingly given and life
wasn't complicated by things like a Dental Plan. This is where our
tale begins.
One day, when Byronne was absently redating the expirations on the "Stuckey's Best" deli sandwiches, a pair of young hoodlums burst in through the door and demanded of the patrons, "Everyone, git your butts in the meat locker!" and proceeded to scoop twelve packs of delicious malt refreshment into their sacks. Naturally, their resolve was met with mild bemusement from the only soul in this Shrine to Car Travel, Byronne. They looked at him. He looked at them. Sport said, "Hey there, you look like a pretty good bass player. Wanna join our band?" And history was made. Byronne left that Stuckey's behind him, and the boys went in search of a Waffle House to discuss the band's plans for world domination. Osco felt that the time was right for music. A new kind of music. Something he called 'Snack Rock.' It was a tasty type of music that brought together the various styles of Skiffle, Shuffle, Mosh, Pogo, Butt-rockin', Art-noise, Spoken-word, Three-chord, Tasteful-solo, without the Southern Boogie. In other words: Derivitave. But in a real good way. And so it was that the origins of this combo found their roots in the little-known niche half-heartedly called 'Snack Rock' in the late 80s (1980s, that is). They initially started out with many more members, with many other names. The first name (thankfully short-lived) was Squid Martin, with Osco on throat, Murph on lead, Mac on bass, Byronne on rhythm & Sport on drums. This lineup was to continue under the new moniker of The Francos. This lineup of The Francos practiced long and hard together, played a party or two and had two significant lineup changes until they started playing Chicago clubs with regularity. First, Murph took off to California to work with the California Raisins, who had a pretty good gig at the time. He then nobly started teaching High School in East L.A. Next, there was Johnny Angst on lead guitar, who stayed until he went to a Gallagher show and an Elton John concert in the same month. This, for the band, was the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back. He then left of his own accord. At this point, the details become hazy and the story goes to another web page far, far away. The Francos Posterity Home Page. After tabulating the amount of beverages consumed in their brief career, the boys decided to go on hiatus and regroup two years later at Osco's loft space. For a time, the Fabulous Matthias Parkersmith took over lead guitar duties, but scheduling conflicts arose, and he amicably departed after showcasing in several gigs, most notably in a Johnny Thunders Tribute at the Elbo Room. After that, the basement of the old Playboy building became a sort of second home for the lean, stripped-down power trio that pretty much defines the band to this day. A lot of recording was done in this basement. A good amount of beverages and flavorful peanuts were consumed at the Drake's breath-taking Coq D'Or across the street to the tuneful lilt of Buddy Charles and his ten-fingered orchestra. But no gigs. Oh sure, there were one or two at the Elbo Room, but this was the time of Pearl Jam - BNS was biding their time. Getting hard. Toughening up. Honing their brand of Snack Rock to a white-hot mettle. Now, with the addition of Master C on samples, etcetra, the band has taken Snack Rock to new heights; incorporating shameless self-promotion and obscure references into an already impenetrable melange of jungle rhythms and squawking sounds. Snack Rock. Eat it. Who knows, one of these days, (probably a Saturday), four young men will tromp into your club with a giant Pillsbury Doughboy (with a bad attitude) and politely announce, "Um, yeah. Hi. We're the band for tonight. Where should we set up our shit?" |
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