The Return of Colonel Foz

Last night I donned my new red shirt to debut a disgraceful new endeavor in cooperation with Sean Flannery, who is a fellow slave to drink.  Sean hosts the popular monthly catalog of dissipation known as The Blackout Diaries at The Beat Kitchen in Chicago.  The Blackout Diaries features real living humans – like you! – telling stories of drunken humiliations that would make their mothers weep if said stories ever were aired publicly.  We did a little dress rehearsal for Colonel Foz at another Beat Kitchen Institution, the Tuesday night Chicago Underground Comedy show.

There was a good deal of amusement.

Colonel Foz is Olde Foz’s cousin, a country music singer who has spent years on the road collecting innumerable tales of drunken debauch.  Colonel Foz has so many great drunk stories to tell that he cannot play any song all the way through without stopping to tell a story about losing his yellow ’94 Corolla at an IHoP, swimming into his hotel in Tampa, spitting up his communion grape juice in Chuckatuck, or finding his girlfriend’s vomit in his shirt pocket – the shirt he’s wearing now.  Colonel Foz also plays guitar, which was quite an accomplishment for your non-guitar-playing bloggist. 

So plan on coming out to Blackout Diaries this Saturday night, June 30 at the Beat Kitchen, 2100 West Belmont, in Chicago.  The show will be hosted this week by the lovely Puterbaugh Sisterz  , and features Ever Mainard and Nate Simmons, both of whom are Cole’s old timers.

But first come to Cole’s tonight at 9:00 and Foz will explain the twisted family connections that brought Cousin Colonel back to town.

Things are about to get weird.