Cowsill me once, shame on you. Cowsill me twice, shame on me. Cowsill me thrice, well shoot me in the head.
Randall, Homework, the Rockin' Burkes and I made the trek to The Den tonight to see the 60s first family of bubblegum music, The Cowsills. It was the third time for Randall and I and the first for the others. I alone am the driving force that makes us attend the Cowsill concert, as nobody else cares for their music. The audience was an amalgamation of WWII babies and their spouses. The sole crowd highlight was Bruno arriving midway through song one, donning actual lederhosen. Let’s talk about the show.
It started with a reasonably strong cover of the We Five’s legendary 60s folk anthem You Were On My Mind. It proceeded downward with a bullet. The show was lifeless, the song selection was pedestrian and the banter was intolerable. Our two previous times to see the band resulted in the following synopsis; Susan Cowsill is quite talented, Bob acts as the box of Arm & Hammer baking soda and Paul Cowsill is the most annoying human being on the planet. In our previous encounters Susan was able to overshadow Paul. Not tonight. Susan, recovering from a bout with laryngitis, was off her game. Her vocal range was limited and she appeared to be mailing this performance in. Paul on the other hand was so obnoxious that it prompted the normally reserved Homework to shout “you suck Paul”, which was both accurate and welcomed. Paul was reduced to a bumbling idiot with hyper-active sweat glands.
Admittedly, there were three songs that were performed well; “The Rain The Park and Other Things”, “River of Love” and “Goin’ Home”, the latter two were solo songs from Barry Cowsill, who died in 2005 amid Hurricane Katrina. This leads me to a more ecclesiastical question of “if God really does exist, then why did he take Barry and not Paul?”
This rock and roll show was a complete bust. On January 29, 2010 I saw The Cowsills for the first time. On July 26, 2011 I saw them for the last time. There is an outside chance that I may attend a future show only if Paul Cowsill has his larynx removed and is dismembered, AND some direct lineage is found were Paul McCartney is actually a Cowsill relative and joins the tour. Otherwise, this family could use some guidance from Lindsay Lohan, that being fracture all family ties and move on.
The Cowsilliness officially ends tonight.
VICK
Randall, Homework, the Rockin' Burkes and I made the trek to The Den tonight to see the 60s first family of bubblegum music, The Cowsills. It was the third time for Randall and I and the first for the others. I alone am the driving force that makes us attend the Cowsill concert, as nobody else cares for their music. The audience was an amalgamation of WWII babies and their spouses. The sole crowd highlight was Bruno arriving midway through song one, donning actual lederhosen. Let’s talk about the show.
It started with a reasonably strong cover of the We Five’s legendary 60s folk anthem You Were On My Mind. It proceeded downward with a bullet. The show was lifeless, the song selection was pedestrian and the banter was intolerable. Our two previous times to see the band resulted in the following synopsis; Susan Cowsill is quite talented, Bob acts as the box of Arm & Hammer baking soda and Paul Cowsill is the most annoying human being on the planet. In our previous encounters Susan was able to overshadow Paul. Not tonight. Susan, recovering from a bout with laryngitis, was off her game. Her vocal range was limited and she appeared to be mailing this performance in. Paul on the other hand was so obnoxious that it prompted the normally reserved Homework to shout “you suck Paul”, which was both accurate and welcomed. Paul was reduced to a bumbling idiot with hyper-active sweat glands.
Admittedly, there were three songs that were performed well; “The Rain The Park and Other Things”, “River of Love” and “Goin’ Home”, the latter two were solo songs from Barry Cowsill, who died in 2005 amid Hurricane Katrina. This leads me to a more ecclesiastical question of “if God really does exist, then why did he take Barry and not Paul?”
This rock and roll show was a complete bust. On January 29, 2010 I saw The Cowsills for the first time. On July 26, 2011 I saw them for the last time. There is an outside chance that I may attend a future show only if Paul Cowsill has his larynx removed and is dismembered, AND some direct lineage is found were Paul McCartney is actually a Cowsill relative and joins the tour. Otherwise, this family could use some guidance from Lindsay Lohan, that being fracture all family ties and move on.
The Cowsilliness officially ends tonight.
VICK
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