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They were and are complementing opposites: Barbara dark and torchy, Connie blonde and ethereal. They sound one minute like the Pointer Sisters, the next like an updated version of the Andrews Sisters, the next like Sergio Mendez’s Brazil ’85.
The two are the perfect counterpoint for Fran Day - Mr. Mystery, Mr. Unusual. He’s the spirit of the band. His voice stops listeners in their tracks - and then sets them spinning, turning and stomping on happy feet. “Who is that guy?”
Who is he? He’s Frank Sinatra when he croons a love song. He’s James Brown as he drops to his knees, cradling the microphone, to wail a soul song. He’s Marvin Gay, Sam Cooke and Smokey Robinson when he belts out hits from Motown’s heyday.
At the Warrenton Armory, working to ignite a blase crowd, France pranced and danced his way through “Money,” reaching deep into his pockets for bills to scatter from the bandstand.
He’s “Andy Warhol meets Otis Redding” when he takes the stage in his hand-painted tuxedo, spattered in red, white and blue. “Fran definitely gets some looks,” acknowledged guitarist Happy Acosta. “In Frederick, Maryland, (where the band plays regularly), they scream for Mr. Unusual! We’re just like the audience. We have no idea what Fran will do next.”
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