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FROM THE PRESIDENT...
You may have thought that THE COWSILLS had taken the summer off because there weren't any public performances, but Bob, Paul. John, and Susan (with help from Robby Scharf and Peter Holsapple, who are pictured in this issue.
and John Stamos) have been hard at work in the recording studio making a tape of all of the fabulous new Cowsills material — a total of 18 songs (and they're still writing!) .
According to Bob Cowsill, THE COWSILLS want to "hit the ground running." When they get signed, they will be standing with product. They are now to the point where they can be heard by the decision makers at a record label. It's starting to be known that THE COWSILLS are serious, and Bob says, "We're not going away."
THE COWSILLS would like to say a special thanks to all of you fan club members for your continued support, and special thanks from all of us fans to THE COWSILLS and fan club member Sue Otto of Beverly Hills, CA, for bringing the North Hollywood summer sessions to us via this newsletter.
Sincerely,
Marsha Jordan
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If you can, please let THE COWSILLS
know how left out we feel here in Ohio for not being close enough to have gotten the opportunity to see them and hear their new songs. It's disappointing, but yet we feel that they will he back full force and get a record contract soon and will eventually be here to a sell-out crowd. At any rate. I'm sure they know us die hards are still out here ready to welcome them back personally.
Mary Jane Klemm
Parma. OH
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You guys and gal have brought me to hopeful times with your big family theme, love, togetherness, dreams, faith, and excitement. You always were my favorite band, and now you're back — moving forward toward some great new fun times ahead. I look forward to seeing you all again — my summer hasn't been complete! Make the music flow.
Debbie Joliat
Waltham, MA
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I, too, have fond memories for a place called Halidon Hall. You see, it was that very same 22-room mansion which inadvertently became my lucky charm affording me my most special meeting with The Cowsills.
The place was Lambertville, New Jersey. The time was August of 1969. For many weeks prior. I worked feverishly on an oil painting that I hoped I would be able to personally give to Bud & Barbara as a gift. The oil painting was of Halidon Hall and although I wasn't fortunate enough to have visited Newport myself, a very nice pen-pal of my sister (Dyan) who lived in Newport sent me photographs to work from. Of course, at 15 years of age there was no guarantee that the final outcome would be worth hanging, but no matter the result, mere was a whole lot of love incorporated to make up for the possible absence of talent.
Finally, the magical day had arrived and I hoped I would be able to follow through with giving the gift. Sure enough, at approximately 45 minutes before the scheduled start of the performance that evening my opportunity arose. I viewed Bud Cowsill walking towards the dressing rooms located away from the main showroom (Lumberville, New Jersey's performing area at the time was a revolving stage surrounded by an orange and yellow tent — great
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seats anywhere you sat!!) Anyway, as I nervously approached Mr. Cowsill and indicated that the frame I was holding was a gift for he and his wife's anniversary, he thanked me and I smiled. Then, having accomplished what I set out to do. I started to step back and head for the theater when Mr. Cowsill's words stopped me in my tracks. Although I don't recall exactly what was said, it was essentially an offer for me to come back and meet his family. Of course I didn't refuse, but as I walked in his direction I felt my heart pounding from excitement and my knees knocking from the nervousness of what was about to happen.
Although the next ten minutes of time went fairly quickly. I will remember them for the rest of my life. Bud showed the painting to Barbara, and others took a peek as well, however, I was practically in a fog. I had always planned how I would react during a moment as special as this was, but all those plans now were clearly out the window. Next, and I don't recall how it came about, my camera was in Mr. Cowsill's hands and suddenly there was a convergence of Cowsills and a flash. (Proof of how nervous I was is that lovely barrette sticking from the side of my head. My sister Cheryl, only a moment earlier, had tried to tell me to fix it. but... Now, it's a running joke in my family.) Anyway.
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when all was said and done there was really nothing to be nervous about! The Cowsill family was as nice as could be and treated a very nervous fifteen year old very kindly. I talked with Sue about her dog (she was holding Subar at the time) and we discussed the new kitten she had just gotten — sorry Sue, I don't remember the kitten's name — and the entire event turned out to be more than I could have ever hoped for!
I smile when I think back on my experience in Lambertville, New Jersey, and all my Cowsill memories. I've been to a lot of places, made several good friends, some of which I still keep in touch with today. So. I have to say that The Cowsills' magic is not limited to just their music. It's much, much more. Oh. and it goes without saying, the people making the music are pretty magical, too!
Thanks for the memories, guys and here's to many more to come!
Jo (Rieder) Malone
Phila. PA
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