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"I've gotten new fans," Foehl says, beaming. "But I think you have to have a machine. And my whole thing is, I don't have managers and booking agents. I do everything myself. Really, I also think it depends on the show and how the song is used. Like maybe a Grey's Anatomy or something — something like that can turn into record deals and record sales. And I just haven't gotten that show yet."
Fortunately, the music has always been the motivator for Foehl. Growing up in a small burg just outside of Boston, he got his start playing guitar when he was around ten and his dad, who'd decided to learn how to play himself, took him along on a lesson. Foehl only attended one session, but that was more than enough to convince him that he wasn't a fan of formal instruction. He was still interested in the guitar, though, so he learned to play from watching his dad practice.
"That's what I've done my whole life, is learn from other people," Foehl declares. "He was learning all these folk songs, and there were all these writers he'd turn me on to, like John Prine, and I was just hooked." By the time he was in sixth grade, Foehl and a friend were entertaining folks on the street outside Boston's Faneuil Hall with Prine songs and scores of other tunes like "Wasted on the Way," by Crosby, Stills & Nash, and Dion and the Belmonts' "Teenager in Love."
"It was busking," he says, "but you had to have a permit to do it. So you had to be semi-talented to get one. My dad organized it and would take us there because we couldn't drive. It was amazing. I mean, we made money! It was really lucrative. But then I got too cool for that in seventh grade."
That was right around the time Foehl started focusing his energy on sports. Although he was still surrounded by music — his parents had formed a bluegrass outfit that practiced at the house every Thursday night — hockey was more enticing. But toward the end of high school, Foehl's earlier inclinations resurfaced, prompting him to hang up his skates and pick the guitar back up.
"It was always in the back of my mind," he says of his early days busking, "just performing and receiving the applause. Since I did that at a fairly young age, it got me used to performing in front of people. And that's something I'm still doing to this day. It was always just in me. I did sports and some other things, but just came back to it."
After high school, Foehl attended Hartwick College in upstate New York, but he was more interested in playing than studying. So he took a year off and moved with a friend to Aspen, where between gigs around town, he was basically a ski bum. But he found that that life didn't suit him much, either, so he headed back to Boston to take some classes and get a little more grounded. "I figured I should just go back to school," he remembers, "at least for a little bit, to grow up some and be around education and intellect."
After graduating from Emerson College in 1988, Foehl planned to spend a few months in Europe with his girlfriend. But the couple split up during the trip, leaving Foehl alone with a guitar and his thoughts. That's when he began writing songs in earnest. "I was in Greece, I remember, in Crete, in November, around Thanksgiving," he recalls. "I was all alone, and it's like the end of the earth there, you know. I was so inspired. It was like, 'Wow, there's a big world out there.'"
Or a small one, as it turns out. Back in Boston, Foehl formed a duo called Acoustic Junction, which later became a trio with the addition of his brother Stewart. After gigging around Beantown, the band decided to take its act to Boulder, where Stewart was attending the University of Colorado. Four years, one percussionist and thousands of miles of road work later, Acoustic Junction landed a choice gig warming up for Blues Traveler and Widespread Panic at Red Rocks. While that sort of thing is commonplace these days, back then it was unheard of for locals to grace that storied stage.
"That really elevated us," Foehl admits. "We did really well, really fast. We played a lot around town, and people really took to us. David Graham, Bill Graham's son, had heard us on the East Coast, and he's the one who said, 'You guys are from Colorado? I want to have you play with us at Red Rocks.' He was managing Blues Traveler and sort of took us under his wing."