Franny

There once was a band. Its name was Squish Rat. It was radical. It was unstoppable. But then it got stopped. By what? Good question. Too much talent? Definitely not. It was something other than that, but we’ll likely never know the actual answer.

The song I’m about to share is like a charred and severed baby arm that was salvaged from the scorching wreckage of the plane crash that was Squish Rat’s demise. It’s the only recognizable piece of humanity recovered from the infernal blaze, and by that, I mean it’s the only evidence on the publicly accessible internet of Squish Rat’s existence. And yet, there was so, so much more.

The track was originally thought up around Labor Day some years back, and started off like many Squish Rat ideas- as an improvisational comedic interplay between bandmates. The topic- honoring all those laborers out there laborin’. A character named Franny was developed. She was known to make a mean potato salad behind the deli counter of a local grocery store, the quality of her salad such that she had attained cult-like status amongst customers and had possibly even transformed into a sex-symbol of sorts.

Some iconic lyrics were quickly developed, but the song was sadly left incomplete for many years. Recently, I became motivated to finish it and have it published in time for Labor Day. In fact, I vowed the song would be finished and ready to serve as the great American holiday’s anthem. Well, I did a bit of laborin’ myself and got this shit done early.

Mix them taters up, Franny!