Born: 1962 Along with Fozzy, Blaze McFadden was roped into a 20 year Japan-only deal with Big Happy Rock Mountain records. Being broke and discouraged with women's roles in rock, she took the deal.
When the company went out of business, Blaze had to fend for herself. She went to the Chiba McDonald's for employment, getting hired to portray the Hamburglar or Hamburgardo Makuburglardo. This is where she met Moongoose McQueen. Telling their similar tales of woe, they instantly bonded. Moongoose introduced her to the rest of Fozzy and the friendship formed. When Fozzy would tour, Blaze would go with them, serving as the opening act for millions of fans in Japan. Then she got word, much like Fozzy, that the songs she had written and perfected were being stolen by the likes of Metallica, Van Halen and other famous heavy metal bands. What was worse was that they were all-guy bands. This made her determined to get back to the states after her horrible record deal was over.
Twenty years later, Fozzy and Blaze returned back to the United States...but something went horribly wrong. On the plane ride back, Moongoose and Blaze got into an arguement over who were better performers in Heavy Metal, men or women. Angry that Blaze was being her smart ass self and couldn't see it his way, Moongoose and the rest of Fozzy left Blaze at the airport, not telling her where they were staying.
Still having a grudge with Fozzy to this day, Blaze lives in San Francisco playing in local clubs and working at Fazoli's as the walking tomato that gets cars to come in and eat at the restaurant. She is working harder than ever, seeing that Fozzy is reclaiming their lost fame, while she still works at a fast food place.
Controversy follows Blaze wherever she goes, as rumors from San Fran tell that Blaze McFadden is actually student and webmaster Kelley Addis in disguise, trying to ride on the coattails of Fozzy's success. Her response...
"The only coattails that are being ridden are mine by that selfish turd, Kari what's her name. Kiki, if you want to ride someone's coattails, go talk to Alanis Morrisette and ride hers. After all, that bitch stole my song "You Oughta Know". Yeah that's right Alanis, I do know." .....Ouch.
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